"Brother is not a freeloader; Brother is a great hero," Song Yuxue said after she stopped crying, but she had no intention of lifting her head from Song Yun's chest.
Song Yun found it agreeable too and, smiling, he stroked the little girl's hair. "Of course I'm a great hero. When has our family ever produced a weakling? Grandpa was a hero, so was Dad, and I should at least be a hero too."
"Brother, you're so full of yourself," the little girl giggled, her head turning in circles against Song Yun's chest, intoxicated by the scent that intermittently wafted from him. "This is Brother's scent."
"Kidding me? Everything I say is the absolute truth; how could I be full of myself?" Song Yun laughed. "Now that we're in Sunan, from now on, you'll have to live with me. You can't find your brother too naggy."
"No way, when Mom was at home, she was very naggy too," the little girl said embarrassedly.