Lin Shuyao, who had just transferred to another school, was lively and childish. He raised his head and looked at the tall and straight boy in front of him with cold eyebrows. His eyes were bright and he was making up his mind.
"Hey, hey, you look younger than me, from now on I will be your sister and I will protect you!"
The young man Chen Che lowered his eyes, his dark pupils shone with a little bit of skylight, his thin lips pursed slightly, and a faint, lazy smile spread across his emotionless face.
He leaned forward slightly and closed the distance between the two of them. His voice was clear and firm, and his words were clear:
"I'm older than you. Or, I can be your brother."
Intention: Confrontation between status and sincerity