Jiang Zhou was almost lifted off the ground by Jiang Yingying.
The sharp pain snapped him back to his senses. He yelped, "Sis, you're my real sister, could you please let go a bit..."
He was wrong.
That Zhu Rui was like a little kitten; even when she was fierce, she was just play-fighting.
This one at home, she was a real tigress descending from the mountains.
Jiang Yingying pulled his ear until it turned red, and only let go after his pleas for mercy went on for ages.
She took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands, looking utterly disgusted.
Jiang Zhou rubbed his reddened ear, pouting with grievance.
Jiang Yingying raised her eyebrows sharply, "Cry for me, I dare you!"
Jiang Zhou immediately put on a straight face. He glanced at Jiang Yingying's face, pretending not to fear: "Sis, you're in a bad mood recently, is it because Young Master Ouyang hasn't come to see you?"
"Nonsense, it has nothing to do with him!"
Jiang Zhou snorted inwardly: Stubborn as a mule.
