"Second Brother, get up, you lazybones."
Ye Ziyan giggled and stretched her short legs, gently kicking him in the bed.
"Well, little Ziyan, you dare to kick your second brother."
Ye Zimo pretended to be annoyed, crawling out of bed and pouncing on his sister, tickling her.
"Hee hee, haha."
Tickled by him, Ye Ziyan rolled in the bed, nearly out of breath from laughter.
"Stop messing around, get up."
Ye Zilin smilingly pulled up his brother and picked up his sister, helping her get dressed.
"Get up."
Ye Zimo stopped fooling around, bouncing out of bed and jumping to the ground barefoot.
"Put on your clothes first, don't catch a cold."
Ye Zilin threw the clothes at him, feeling a tinge of bitterness as the eldest sibling.
Taking care of his younger brother and sister on this long journey, acting as both a father and mother, being their big brother was indeed not easy.
"Brother, have some candy."
