A little brat, wearing a toy gun tucked into his waistband and tiny sunglasses, looking adorably ruffian.
But he had sharp ears. Nie Jiayu turned his head and pointed at his younger brother’s nose, "You little brat, how old are you anyway? It’s already dark; you should be in bed. We’re adults, we can stay up late."
Ayuan didn’t see it that way. As far as he was concerned, being brothers and peers meant you were equals—which meant you could argue and fight.
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