"Brother, hug me..."
"Oh" Ye Jingchu reached out and pulled Qin Wuyue into his arms. He placed his chin on the hair on her head and held her tightly. .
"Brother?"
"Huh?"
"Brother..."
"....?"
"You should always like me so much."
He hugged her tighter, lowered his head and kissed her hair tenderly.
After a while, Qin Wuyue heard Ye Jingchu's voice:
"... Yeah."