"Pfft!"
Ni Yang couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Brother Mo, are you genuinely clueless or are you pretending?"
Mo Qishen said, "I genuinely don't have a little sister."
Ni Yang explained, "The 'little sister' I'm referring to is different from the one you're imagining. In this context, it's someone you're fond of, someone you yearn for when you don't see them for just a day."
Men from the eighties had a bit of chauvinistic mindset, and sex education hadn't been popularized yet.
It was rare for a man to understand a woman's needs so well.
Yet Mo Qishen knew to buy sanitary pads, laundry items, and even knew about Angelica Brown Sugar Water.
It was clear he had experience doing such things.
"There is a beauty, unforgettable at first sight. If I don't see her for a day, I'll be consumed by thoughts of her." Mo Qishen casually placed the bowl on the side table, taking the initiative by pulling Ni Yang into his arms. "Yangyang, you are my 'little sister'."
