Yun You stared in astonishment at his little junior sister, his gaze settling on her chubby little face, momentarily lost in thought. He had expected to see a skinny, undernourished girl. Given Zhouzhou's appetite and her supposed "lack-of-money fate," few families could afford to keep her well-fed. But now she looked quite plump.
His eyes drifted downward to her short legs, recalling the gust of wind he felt earlier. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he asked in a somewhat aggrieved tone, "Little Eight, were you trying to hit me just now?"
Zhouzhou snapped out of her daze, looking at Yun You, completely taken aback to see him. Hearing his question, she quickly shook her head, her little head bobbing like a rattle drum. "No, no, I wouldn't hit you, Third Senior Brother. I didn't know it was you."