"What's wrong?" Zhao Yang asked curiously.
"You pretended to be asleep and peeked at me changing clothes, and I never told Dad," Yingtao said, her face blushing.
"Hey, I was so young then, I was only ten," Zhao Yang said with a wry smile.
"You're not allowed to peek anymore," Yingtao pouted.
"I wouldn't dare to peek even if you beat me to death," Zhao Yang said with a wry smile. "Peeking now, that's called indecency!"
"It was back then, too."
"It certainly was not."
"Yes, it was!"
"Fine, it was."
Suddenly, for some reason, Yingtao threw herself into Zhao Yang's arms, catching him off guard.
"What's this about?" Zhao Yang asked in astonishment.
"Brother, I feel so happy," Yingtao said, her face pressed against Zhao Yang's chest, snuggling close.
"You really are a silly girl," Zhao Yang sighed helplessly and said, "Letting you go to the city alone for school, how could I not worry..."
