"Waahhhh! Yuan, i am so happy... wahaha."
Hugging Zhang Yuan in her arms, Zhang Fumin rolled on the bed and Zhang Yuan played along with her chuckling.
"Big Sister..."
"Seems like you are so happy..."
"I am..."
Zhang Fumin moved, pushing him onto the mattress, and got on top of him, sitting on his torso.
Zhang Fumin's heart raced as she gazed down at Zhang Yuan, her body still pressed close to his, sitting on top of him.
She could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath her, and the softness of his golden eyes, the warmth of his touch—everything made her heart flutter.
"Yuan..." she whispered again, her voice laced with affection.
Her fingers playfully ruffled his hair, and for a moment, she was simply lost in the sensation of touching him.
She had always seen him as her cute, dependable little brother, but at this moment, the depth of her emotions surged to the surface.