Early in the morning, Qiao Yuxian woke up, still groggy, and ran to Qiao Zhiang's room first.
Qiao Zhiang had just woken up too, sitting on the bed without his eyes fully open.
Hearing the door open, he opened one eye to look at the door.
Then he saw Qiao Yuxian, with disheveled hair, "floating" in.
She came straight at him once inside: "Qiao~~ Zhi~~ Ang~~~"
"Ah—"
Qiao Yuxian pinned Little Zhi Ang on the bed, tickling him.
Qiao Zhiang, pinned on the bed, couldn't fight back at all, just kept kicking his not-so-long legs.
"Sis, I was wrong, I was wrong." Qiao Zhiang laughed while shouting.
Qiao Yuxian kept tickling him: "Say, who's the most beautiful woman in the world."
"It's you, it's you." Qiao Zhiang couldn't escape even if he wanted to.
"Who am I?" Qiao Yuxian asked again.
"You're the best sister in the world." Qiao Zhiang was almost out of breath.
"How good is the best in the world?" Qiao Yuxian asked again.
