Ji Yanche let out a low laugh, savoring the rare chance to see this girl clinging to him like this, thoroughly enjoying it.
Seeing that he wasn't responding, Ruge angrily opened her eyes and punched him right in the chest. "Ji! Yan! Che! You're totally laughing at me, aren't you?"
The smile at the corner of Ji Yanche's mouth hadn't even had time to fade when he put on an innocent look. "When did I ever laugh at you?"
Even though he was wearing a mask and his eyes looked all cute and innocent, Ruge just knew it!
"You're obviously laughing!"
"Alright, alright." Ji Yanche reached out and ruffled her little head like he was coaxing a kid. "Be good, your gege will protect you."
Honestly, it was like fate itself.
Ruge and Ji Yanche were born in the same year and the same month, with Ji Yanche being one day older, and he'd always held that up as his banner to call himself Ruge's older brother.
Too bad Ruge had never acknowledged it.
