Watching her little brother's proud demeanor, Mo Yan's hand itched to act, and the next moment, her "Magical Claw" stretched out towards his soft, cute face, a much more satisfying sensation than pinching freshly steamed buns.
"Big sister, can you not pinch me like that? I'm not Mao Tuan," Zhenzhen complained indignantly, his little hands tugging at the offending hand on his face, "If you want to pinch someone, go pinch brother-in-law. He'd happily offer his face for you to pinch."
Mo Yan, not quite satisfied, pinched him again, smiling and saying, "Your brother-in-law's face is too rugged, it's much more fun to pinch yours."
Zhenzhen rolled his eyes and shouted loudly, complaining to their father, "Dad, you really should hurry up and marry off big sister. Look at her, now she dares to take liberties with brother-in-law."
With a snort, Xin Er and the others couldn't hold back their laughter and burst into giggles.