Wang Zongxuan, standing beside him, couldn't bear to watch his bro's foolishness.
"Xinxin, pull... pull me up," Ji Taixian said dramatically, holding out a hand.
Song Kexin shot him a look of complete disregard and let out a loud "Hmph!"
"Big brother," little Zhu Nanxing called out in his clear, childish voice, "what does it feel like now?"
"Me?!" Ji Taixian gave the little troublemaker a long-suffering look. "What does it feel like? I feel like I'm sinking into quicksand. No, no! Retract your quicksand, quick! It's almost up to my chest! I'm going to suffocate! COUGH, COUGH, COUGH, COUGH."
He put on a show of coughing, and sure enough, a frightened little Zhu Nanxing hastily retracted the quicksand.
Xie Ning's eyes shone brightly. She stared at the little boy, then ran to his side and bent down to gaze at his hands.
