Sister Yun Ya hung her head, struggling to get out of his embrace, "I don't want to learn anymore."
Yan Song's brows furrowed enough to kill a fly, "Why?"
Yun Ya pouted, "Let's talk about it later."
Brother Yan was too mischievous, trying to take advantage of the situation to cajole her; Humph, she wouldn't let him get his way.
Yan Ke walked over with a smile, plucked the apple off the arrow's tip, and took a crunchy bite.
"Bro, you really don't understand girls at all, when they say they don't, it means they do, and when they say they do, it means they really do. Pretense is a common ailment among women."
Yun Ya glared at him. If you don't speak, nobody will think you're mute.
Yan Song felt girls were really troublesome, changing moods at the drop of a hat. He looked at Yun Ya and asked, "Do you still want to learn? If you really want to, I can give you a delicate bow and arrows designed for ladies another day."
Yun Ya nodded, "Okay then."
