In the living room, Qin Baobao rested her head on Qin Ze's shoulder. One hand held an iPad as she scrolled through the comments, while the other viciously pinched Qin Ze's waist. "It's all your fault, all your fault..."
His sister had nearly been reduced to tears by the comments. She couldn't exactly start cursing at netizens, so she could only vent her anger on the culprit.
Qin Ze suffered miserably, wrapping his left arm around his sister's slim waist. Ever since she had started dancing, her slim waist felt exceptionally good in his arms—particularly comfortable to hold.
"With such a fragile heart, how are you going to survive in the entertainment industry?" Qin Ze was deeply worried about his sister's future. Online violence was terrifying. It let people freely vent their negativity and dark emotions without taking any responsibility. Many celebrities had developed depression because of it.
Even a carefree woman like Qin Baobao could become moody and insecure. Qin Ze was confident that in the near future, he would be able to shield his sister from the wind and rain, but he had no way to eliminate online violence.
"I'll learn to adapt." Qin Baobao snorted. "My spirit is growing stronger by the day."
"I don't care whether your spirit is getting stronger. My waist is about to kick the bucket." Qin Ze gave a bitter smile.
Qin Baobao slapped the hand around her waist and narrowed her eyes. "You're copping a feel, and I'm taking it out on your waist. Fair trade."
Qin Ze stared at his sister's full, perky chest. "I have a bold idea."
"Move your eyes." Qin Baobao chopped her little brother on the head with a hand strike.
Was Qin Ze really picking a fight for no reason? Of course not. He had