The younger brother next door is clean and polite, taciturn and polite, like a big golden retriever who has never experienced anything in the world. I couldn't help but want to tease him, but I didn't expect that one day. The golden retriever fought back, and I regretted it. It was not a golden retriever at all, but a fox, okay?
"Is it too late to run now?"
"I can't run away, sister, but you provoked me first."
