"Of course, we Icelandic people are very trustworthy. There's no need to doubt we'll spill the beans," You Ruirui nodded.
"But it's no big deal, my sister calls me 'Big Flappy Moth,' and I call her 'Diaper Demon,' and we don't mind. I guess my brother and dad are numbed to their nicknames by now."
"Isn't Su Zimai your sister?"
"Sometimes she's a sister, sometimes a little sister, whatever makes us happy."
You Ruirui rested her chin on her hand, seriously contemplating, "I see, truly a Schrödinger's family relationship."
"It's fine, You Ruirui, there's no need for so many rules in our home; there's no normal person here."
Ji Minghuan stopped in front of a three-story house, looking through the curtains, the living room was lit with warm orange lights.
