Gu Qize struggled a bit, wondering if it was inappropriate to quickly put down his sister and wash his hands now?
He didn't mean to be dismissive, but he really couldn't bear it.
Noticing her cousin's stiff posture, Tuanzi lifted her little head and laughed out loud.
"Just kidding, Miaomiao washed her hair last night."
Gu Qize breathed a sigh of relief.
At that moment, a chubby little face appeared in his view, white and tender like a dumpling.
Tuanzi puffed out her cheeks on purpose, expressing her dissatisfaction, "Qize, do you dislike Miaomiao? Even if she hasn't washed her hair, Miaomiao is still fragrant."
Gu Qize: "..."
Behind him came Gu Yunmu's raucous laughter, making people worry he might laugh himself to tears.
With her bright eyes staring at him, and her chubby face so close it seemed to observe his every reaction, Gu Qize seriously said, "I don't dislike you, you're my sister."
