Me: "Haha, I'm going to write about you in this story."
My little sister gave me a cold look and ignored me.
But after a while, she couldn't resist her curiosity and edged closer to see what I was writing.
I pushed her big head away from where it was blocking the screen.
"Have you written anything yet?"
"I haven't written a single word."
"Is there no male lead?"
"I'm writing about your embarrassing moments, and you still want a male lead?"
We both gave each other cold looks.
*Everyday bickering. Proceed with caution: toxic content.*
