The little princess's voice was soft and glutinous, her eyes squinting with laughter, as if she had a sugar cube in her mouth, sweetening one's heart all the way.
Yi Yang felt the softness in his palm, and the seventeen-and-a-half-year-old boy found himself at a loss.
In his family, he was the youngest, watched over by eight brothers as stern as fathers as he grew up.
No girl had ever appeared in his family.
Yi Yang didn't know how to interact with girls and let Jiujiu lead him by the hand in a daze, forgetting to respond to her words.
"Xiaojiu, what are you spacing out for, come on and give little sister a hug," Yi Yang nudged him from the side.
Yi Yang came back to reality like a stunned kid, "Oh, then I should hug you, right?"
"Not me, silly, hug my brother," Jiujiu withdrew her little hand and turned to pull Xiaoyi over.
Yi Yang looked at his empty hand and felt an inexplicable sense of loss.
