"Stop right there." Di Xiaxia promptly halted his words, because what he was saying sounded crazy no matter how you listened.
What did he mean by ’really impulsive, couldn’t control himself’? Why did these words have such an obscene undertone?
Di Mingzhe tightly closed his thin lips, looked down, and gently caressed the bruise on her with his slender fingers.
His touch was gentle and light, like a soul-stirring feather that made Di Xiaxia shiver involuntarily.
Damn it, touch, touch, touch, you’re just touching your own sister!
Uh!
Yeah, he was indeed touching his sister, cough.
"Alright, already." Di Xiaxia’s face was slightly red as she pulled her hand back irritably, "I’m hungry, I want to eat."
"Okay." Di Mingzhe nodded, picked up the bowl, and began to feed her himself.
Di Xiaxia ate without hesitation or discomfort.
While she was eating, she looked at Di Mingzhe unhappily, her mouth smacking after each bite.
Di Mingzhe didn’t say anything, just gently pursed his lips. His eyes betrayed his hurt, making him resemble a wronged little wife.
Di Xiaxia ignored him, pointing to the soy milk on the table grandiosely, "Choking."
In reality, she was drinking porridge and it would be strange if she choked. But Di Mingzhe, very kindly, brought the soy milk to her lips.
After drinking a few sips, when Di Mingzhe went to put the cup down, Di Xiaxia playfully blinked, wearing a face full of excitement. ’God, why does bossing around my big brother feel so damn good?’
When Di Mingzhe put down the cup and turned back to continue feeding her, she resumed her deadpan face. She was emotionless, only opening her mouth when the spoon approached, then chewing and swallowing the food.
Truth be told, Di Mingzhe was quite good at feeding her!
His pace was just right, not too fast not too slow and his movements were gentle like he had a lot of patience.


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