Ming Ci's head drooped slightly, and the woman's fair and delicate hand gently touched his head.
As if all the uneasy and confused emotions were smoothed out in an instant.
Realizing what happened, Ming Ci tilted his head to avoid Ya Zhi's hand and said somewhat awkwardly, "A man's head and a woman's waist shouldn't be touched casually."
Ya Zhi looked at the boy's earnest expression and burst into laughter without holding back, "A man... In front of your sister, you're just a pesky little brother, what manliness."
As she spoke, Ya Zhi patted Ming Ci's head again. His neatly trimmed short hair had grown a bit long recently because he hadn't had time to cut it due to being busy; it felt smooth and soft to the touch.
Admittedly, it was quite pleasant to touch.
Ming Ci thought, "..." He felt like he was being petted like a cat by Miss Ya.
