After Luo Qianqian protested unhappily, the two of them reluctantly withdrew their hands.
When they were young, because of the elders' supervision, where did they dare to casually touch Luo Qianqian's cheeks? They were afraid of making this delicate porcelain-doll-like sister cry or break.
Blame that reckless Luo Yanran; otherwise, they wouldn't be afraid to joke with their sister and pinch her cheeks.
Luo Yanhao looked at his dear younger brother with resentment.
Indeed, sometimes he just wanted to chop his brother into pieces and make minced meat.
It's not the most annoying; it's only ever more annoying!
"Just wait until Big Brother and Third Brother find out." Luo Yanhao snorted, turned his head away, and refused to look at this brother.
