Bringing up embarrassing childhood stories again, Xia Weiyi felt a bit ashamed and angry, so she glared fiercely at Ye Che, pretending to be angry as she puffed her cheeks.
"I was young back then, lacking a sense of security. Now that I've grown up, I don't need you anymore. Starting tomorrow, we can sleep in separate rooms—"
"Separate rooms?" Ye Che raised an eyebrow and asked with a tone slightly rising, "Little ungrateful, I think I haven't fed you enough, huh? Rebelling so soon?"
As he spoke, he pulled Xia Weiyi into his arms, his tall and robust body pressing her tightly against the door behind.
"Brother—" Xia Weiyi blushed as she grabbed Ye Che's hand that was sneaking into her pajamas, her voice soft and tender as she called out, "Brother—I was wrong—"
"Hmm?" Ye Che pressed against Xia Weiyi, his hand lingering on her collarbone, the other hand pinching her delicate chin, making her look up directly at him, "Baby, call me that again."
"Brother—"
"Say it again—"
