The little sister finally got it right and stopped saying he was drawing ants. Baozi felt like he had run a long-distance race and didn't even have the mood to celebrate winning. He was just breathing heavily, really tired. Who would have thought proving he wasn't drawing ants would be this exhausting? He needed to sit down. He decided not to draw bunnies again in the future.
Knowing Brother Baozi was drawing for her, Tongtong jumped out of bed, reached for a tissue from the tissue roll, grabbed a clean one, and handed it to Brother Baozi: "Brother, wipe, sweat."
Baozi's forehead was all sweaty from the exhaustion of drawing.
"Thank you, you sit." Baozi pulled his little sister down to sit with him.
Tongtong sat quietly beside him, no longer crying, looking like a little bunny, so obedient it melted his heart.
