"Hehe, seeing my sister in a good mood, I might as well help you make a bowl of noodles," Tianxin said, reaching out to pat his head. To her surprise, the guy was too tall and her hand couldn't even reach the top of his head.
Jin Yutao subconsciously bent down, just enough for Tianxin to touch his head.
"Hmm, good boy." Tianxin caught his hair and ruffled it, very satisfied with his performance.
It was only then that Jin Yutao came to his senses, his cheeks slightly pink. He was silently annoyed. How did he lower his head so she could pat it? It was as if he was a pet dog she had raised.
By that time, Tianxin had already walked into the kitchen, looked around and asked, "Do you have noodles at home?? What do you want to eat? Hmm, it doesn't seem like there are instant noodles."
