Raising Hell with the System

Li Qing'an looked at his little sister’s adorable, slightly mischievous face and couldn’t resist reaching out to pinch her cheek. Smiling, he said, “You little glutton, all you ever think about is food. Come on, I’ll take you home.” Li Qingwan slapped his hand away, wrinkling her nose. “Brother, why do you always pinch my cheeks? If you keep doing it, I’ll never grow up!” she said, then stomped her foot in mock anger.

Seeing his sister act like that, Li Qing'an burst out laughing. “All right, all right, I’ll stop. By the way, Wan'er, if your brother becomes a great master someday, what would you want?” Li Qingwan’s eyes lit up. Tilting her head as she thought, she said, “If you become a great master, I want all the candied hawthorns I can eat, lots of pretty clothes, and a huge house.” Li Qing'an patted her head and smiled. “Sure, whatever you want. Once your brother has mastered cultivation, I’ll get it all for you.”