The sky gradually grew dark.
Fog began to rise outside again, threads of chill seeping through the floor-to-ceiling windows into the living room, and the temperature had already reached the lowest point of the year.
An Yang put down his phone, lay on the sofa for a long while, glanced at the time, and then crawled up to rub his belly.
It's about time to go out and eat.
Mhm, I might as well call An You and Xueer! An Yang muttered to himself, picking up his phone once again.
He dialed the number, and after two rings, An You picked up just as quickly. Her soft, sweet voice came through the earpiece, but she said without a shred of politeness, "Hello, what is it?"
"..." An Yang twitched the corner of his mouth, then squeezed out a deliberate tone. "What kind of tone is that? Could it be that I'm not even allowed to call you? You're my younger sister, after all. Isn't it completely normal for an older brother to call his sister?"
As soon as An You heard him, she knew what he was up to, but he had succeeded—An You now had goosebumps all over her body!
So, a long, squeaky, deeply disgusted, dainty sound came from across the line—
"Ew~~~"
Then it fell silent for a few seconds, during which one could faintly hear An You's heavy, exasperated, and flustered breathing from that end, before her irritated voice finally came through: "You're back?"
"Yeah, I'm back." An Yang carried a smile.
"When?"
"Just now."
"Just got back? Then what are you looking for me for?"
"Can't I call you if nothing's wrong? Am I, your older brother, not even allowed to care about my sister? For example, asking if you've been doing well lately, what