Nuonuo panicked now. "Bro-brother doesn't 'pffft', Aunty Anxin, my bro-brother is going to 'pffft', my bro-brother likes 'pffft'. Nuonuo also likes 'pffft'. Actually, Bro-brother's 'pffft' isn't as loud as Nuonuo's."
If anything is a textbook case of trying to explain and only making it worse, this is it.
Bae Chi's Face twitched, and he finally lost it, giving a low roar. "Shut up!"
Nuonuo's little mouth puckered up high, looking as pitiful as could be, just like cabbages in the field hit by frost, her head drooping, her big black-and-white Eyes timidly looking at the angry young boy. In a tiny voice she asked, "Bro-brother, are you supposed to 'pffft' or not? Nuonuo doesn't know anymore."
She had clearly been praising Bro-brother, but Bro-brother got mad.
If she didn't praise Bro-brother, Bro-brother got even madder.
So in the end, is Bro-brother supposed to be able to 'pffft' or not…
