The usually chatty Nuonuo was now silent, and Da Bao also said nothing. The brother and sister sat on the sofa in a haphazard manner, one seemingly watching TV, the other openly watching her, as if trying to make up for all the time missed over the past three years.
The TV remote was tirelessly flicked by fair fingers through dozens of channels, back and forth, countless times. Finally, the little girl bit her lip and turned to face the bright-eyed Da Bao.
"Aren't you tired?" Though she was asking out of concern, her tone was extraordinarily begrudging.
Da Bao honestly nodded, "Tired, of course! I still haven't adjusted to the time difference."
Pretend to be pitiful? Who can't do that?
Especially for an old hand like Da Bao, making the little girl feel sorry for him was a piece of cake.
Nuonuo barely perceptibly furrowed her brow, then glared at him fiercely, "Then go take a shower and sleep, what are you sitting here for?"
Da Bao grinned, leaned over, and ruffled her hair.
