"Brother, is my soup good?" She didn't know how many times she had asked.
"Yes." The older brother replied softly. Although he didn't give a clear answer, han qiqing wittily translated it to 'delicious'.
After the meal, the older brother went to the study.
After a while, han qiqing knocked on the door of the study with her math exercise book.
"Brother, can I come in?"
"Yes."
When he answered, han qiqing pushed the door open and entered. She smiled ingratiatingly and said, " brother, I have a few questions that I don't know how to do. Can you teach me? "
"Sure." The elder brother nodded.
Han qiqing walked over with the math exercise book, opened it, and handed it to him.
"It's these big questions. They're super difficult."
As her brother explained to her, she gradually grew tired of standing. She didn't know when she had squeezed into her brother's chair.
Although the leather chair was spacious, it was still a little difficult to fit two people.