She ca back on Friday, bringing the yarn she had bought.
While knitting a scarf in the room, Bob Ginger discovered her and thought it was ant for him, making him extrely happy.
Mia Ginger decided not to disappoint him, saying she had originally planned it as a surprise for him.
Bob Ginger started asking since yesterday morning.
Mia Ginger glanced at him with a smile and replied, "Not ready yet? Don’t worry, once I wrap it up this afternoon, it’ll be yours."
"Thank you, sis." Bob Ginger saluted her and went inside to change, holding the sweater.
Soon he ca out.
He was wearing a light blue cotton shirt, with an off-white sweater over it, black trousers, and casual shoes, looking very clean and handso.
"How do I look?"
Bob Ginger spread his arms and spun around in front of her.
"Um, incredibly handso." Mia Ginger looked at him and said with a straight face.
"Am I as handso as Brother Jackson?" Bob Ginger asked with a wink and a nudge.
"Get out of here, there’s no comparison."
"Oh, you!" Bob Ginger wrapped his long arm around her arm and threatened, "Say it again, but give an answer that makes happy."
"Master?" Mia Ginger retorted, directly stepping on his foot.
Bob Ginger yelped and jumped up in pain.
Seeing her standing there beaming, he suddenly felt his toe didn’t hurt anymore.
He really cared about Mia Ginger, especially after all the truth was revealed. Every ti he saw Mia Ginger, he felt like offering her his heart to show his stance.
Seeing her smile naturally made him truly happy.
He thought no girl in this world could be more beautiful than his sister.
Especially since she was Wine.
Roar roar!
Bob Ginger thought excitedly for a mont, not even bothering to tidy up a heap of clothes.
The two of them went straight out the door.
They hailed a taxi to the western restaurant where Bob Ginger had planned to et Wine.
Arriving at eleven-thirty, they planned to have lunch and avoid the awkward question of sitting in silence.
The eting venue was even Bob Ginger’s suggestion.
Imagining all possible situations with his online master, he made all the necessary preparations, even carrying plenty of cash.
What if his master turned out to be a broke nobody?
Bob Ginger sat in the taxi, looking out the window and letting his thoughts wander.
Suddenly Mia Ginger’s voice ca from beside him, "Hey, we’re here."
"Huh?"
"Huh what?"
Mia Ginger tugged his wrist to pull him out, raising an eyebrow, "We’re at least eighteen now, can you show so promise? It’s just eting an online friend."
"It’s not just any online friend." Bob Ginger retorted, thought a bit, and cautioned, "Sis, let’s set so ground rules first."
"Eh?"
"When we et my master in a bit, no matter what happens, don’t laugh, don’t belittle, and don’t walk away, okay?"
"..." Mia Ginger was taken aback, "Do you really think I’m that kind of person?"
"Hehe." Bob Ginger scratched his head, "I haven’t t him yet, you know. Plus, he’s kind of eccentric, very elusive online, and sotis his tone isn’t great, full of quirks."
"Uh." Mia Ginger was baffled, "Why is soone like that your master?"
"Who knows, maybe people like to be bullied. The colder he is, the more I want to get close. He seems really aweso."
"Is that how kids think these days?" Mia Ginger looked at him, feeling a bit depressed.
"Who’s a kid?" Bob Ginger huffed with annoyance, placing his palm on her head, then comparing their heights with a boastful expression.
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