At dinner time, they cooked by the clear pond, chatting and laughing, enjoying themselves to the fullest.
When the vegetable soup was ready, Lin Yixuan served two bowls - one for his sister and another for Baoya.
"Ah-wu."
Baoya intimately rubbed against his wrist, trying her best to act cute and coquettish.
"Yixuan, why aren't you having soup?"
Lin Qingluo sensitively noticed that he had something on his mind, her eyes flickered, and she laughed while patting his shoulder.
"I'm not hungry."
Lin Yixuan shook his head with a smile.
"You should eat something; an empty stomach isn't good for you."
Lin Qingluo's eyes flickered, and she brought her bowl in front of him, teasingly saying: "Or should sister feed you?"
"I don't need it, I'm not a child."
Lin Yixuan suddenly turned his head away, avoiding his sister's playful gaze.
"Ah, my brother has grown up. He's not sticking to me all the time like when he was little."
