"Hey, little junior brother, when you say that, it... doesn't sit right with me. Ah, it's senior sister, not what I meant."
Leng Wushuang patted her chest, as if it were a mountain, and said, "Believe me! Who are you calling, the old man? He's likely sleeping like a pig now. If you call, he won't pick up. Let's have a big drink first, and talk about tomorrow's matters tomorrow—live life to the fullest!"
Fang Yi turned his head to look at Leng Wushuang.
"Hehe, little junior brother, does your senior sister's wisdom leave you enlightened?" Leng Wushuang laughed.
"You remind me of someone I know," Fang Yi said.
"Really?"
"Yeah, she's my sister."
"What a coincidence." Leng Wushuang laughed even more joyfully.
"She's my real sister."
"Oh, oh."
"She takes great care of me."
"Uh-huh."
"She'd even warm my bed."
