Pulled her into his arms.
Qianqian turned over in the man's embrace, her little face crumpled with grievance, and whimpered, "Third Uncle is bad."
"Third Uncle isn't bad. Qianqian is good. Let's not step in puddles."
Qianqian frowned, "But Qianqian wants to step."
"If you step in puddles, your little dress and face will get dirty," Bo Yanching advised seriously, "and you'll look as ugly as your brother."
This reason always works, and Qianqian instantly agreed, "Then Qianqian doesn't want to be, like brother, ugly."
You freaking!
Does your phrasing always have to be so peculiar!
Bo Qingshan was infuriated to the point of nearly passing out, sadly discovering that even as a school legend, he was actually considered quite ugly in his younger sister's eyes.
Have your eyes been covered with lard!
He jogged over to Nan Jiaojiao, reached out to slightly tug her little finger, and upon getting her permission, daringly slipped his hand into her palm.
