Ji Xingyao had never come across such a strange request before, but since the "big brother" had asked her to pinch him, she blinked her eyes and pinched his face with all the strength she could muster.
"Ouch—" a scream escaped from Qin Morui's mouth.
He covered his face, collapsing onto the sofa, and looked incredulously at the little sister who was tiny yet surprisingly strong.
It hurt! It really hurt!
Was pain in a dream this realistic too?
"Qin Morui, are you an idiot?" Qin Nanyu crossed his arms and glanced coldly at his son, whose behavior was unusual. It was as though he could see right through him, a mocking smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
The familiar look, the familiar smile... Qin Morui finally believed he wasn't dreaming.
"Big brother, did I pinch too hard? Let me blow on it for you." Seeing Qin Morui's reddened eyes, Ji Xingyao approached him guiltily, pouting and about to blow on his face.