"???" Question marks seemed to pop up over Xiao Mo's head.
"Look, look." Tushan Jing Ci held a hand flat over Xiao Mo's head, then moved it to her own. "See? Am I not taller than you?"
"You are," Xiao Mo nodded.
"See? I'm taller than you, so that means you should call me 'sister', right?" Tushan Jing Ci said matter-of-factly.
Xiao Mo paused, then smiled. "But Miss, I'm a month older than you."
"So what?"
Tushan Jing Ci planted her hands on her hips and puffed out her cheeks.
"Sisters are always taller than their little brothers. I'm taller than you, so I'm your sister. Age has nothing to do with it. Come on, come on! Call me 'sister', let me hear it."
Xiao Mo: "..."
"Are you going to say it or not?" Tushan Jing Ci grew a little unhappy at Xiao Mo's silence.
"No." Xiao Mo shook his head.
"Say it!" Tushan Jing Ci said, feigning anger.
"No." Xiao Mo felt he had to stand his ground.
"Xiao Mo, I'm getting really angry!" Tushan Jing Ci's pout grew more pronounced.
