"Bro, no offense, but are you this free all day? Let Dad find you something to do! Stop staring at me all the time. Why don't you find yourself a wife while you're at it? Winter's coming, I bet your hands will be icy cold! Having a wife would be great! You can cuddle with her and sleep together."
Ying Zenan poked her on the forehead.
"Little brat, what's running through your mind all day are just dirty stuff."
"What? You're the one with the dirty mind! I'm just talking about simply sleeping together! Bro, I'm still young, don't lead me astray."
Now it's all Ying Zenan's fault.
Ying Jing then noticed his hair color was back. "So fast?"
"If it wasn't fast, I'd keep it for the New Year, wouldn't I?"
Brother must have swallowed a stick of dynamite today, every word is so biting.
"Bro, if you've got nothing to do, just go home and rest."
"You're free today too; I'm planning to go back after dinner. If it's late, I'll just crash here overnight."
Well, that's not going to work.
