After lying down for a while, Bob Ginger got up, said thank you, and went to find Mia.
Mia had just finished packing and was crouched on the ground pulling her suitcase. When she saw him, she smiled, "Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Bob walked over to her, pulled her arm up, and hugged her tightly in his arms, his handsome chin resting on her shoulder. He held her tight and didn't let go.
"What's up with you?" Mia asked softly, as he hugged her for a while. "Is it because of the news Dad announced?"
"Sister," Bob called her in a low voice.
There was a strong sense of affection in his voice.
Mia was taken aback, her voice became even softer, and a bit playful, "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be so mushy. I'm a married woman. If Brother Jackson finds out, he'll beat you up."
"I'm not afraid of him. You're my sister," Bob snorted.
Mia was originally teasing him, and hearing his tone return to normal, she couldn't help but chuckle.
