Xizeer snorted, "What are you two up to, you're still minors, you punk, and you're feeling so smug about it."
Yousheng pouted, whispering, "Of course I'm smug..."
Hearing this, Xizeer slapped the table, "Tsk, do you need a beating?"
Yousheng quickly dove into bed, "No, I'm just saying..."
He pulled the blanket over his head, then after a while, poked his head out and asked, "Bro, you won't tell Mom, right?"
Xizeer: "First thing in the morning, I'll tell."
Yousheng said, "Brother, I'm your own brother, your real brother... you wouldn't do this to me, would you?"
Xizeer: "Can't say."
"Bro, bro, look at how much I trust you, no matter what happens, you're always the first one I think of. Just because of how much I trust and rely on you, you... you'd promise me, right?"
Xizeer, getting a headache from Yousheng's pestering, shouted, "Just sleep, if you keep babbling, I'll go tell Mom and Dad right now."
Yousheng chuckled, "I knew you'd be the best, bro."
