My Brother, Three Years Younger Than Me, Says He Wants to Marry Me

When Shen Ming was ten, he was still an innocent little boy. He earnestly told thirteen-year-old Chen Rou, “Big Sister, when I grow up, I’m going to marry you.”

Chen Rou was already in middle school. She was taken aback when she heard Shen Ming, then couldn’t help laughing. She lightly flicked him on the head. “You little brat, do you even know what a wife is?”

Shen Ming yelped when she flicked him, covered his head, and ran to complain to his mother. “Mom, Big Sister hit me!”

At eighteen, Shen Ming had grown into a handsome young man with well-defined features. He confessed again to Chen Rou, now twenty-one and in college. “Big Sister, I really am going to marry you.”