"I don't like to fall in love with my brother who has a coquettish voice." She raised her chin and said unceremoniously.
In the alley on a rainy night, he pushed her against the wall. Under his wet bangs, his eyes were gloomy, his smile was gone, and his whole body was cold: "I heard that you don't like your baby-sounding brother? You just mean that you don't like me. Do you like me like this?"
She held her head and said, "You can call me brother or dad if you want, but don't hit me."
Intention: Cherish
