"It looks so dumb..."
"And it looks so fierce."
"Like some kind of thug."
"Not smart at all."
The boy was quick to gripe about his younger sister's snakes.
He was used to them now.
But he hadn't forgotten the traumatic memory of being scared half to death by those snakes.
He'd even squealed in a high-pitched voice.
That time, Mom and Dad had sternly scolded his sister.
Seeing her hang her head while she got lectured had made him feel pretty good as he rubbed his sore throat.
But the things Mom and Dad said while scolding her had also made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Things like, "Don't bully your brother..." and "You know he's afraid of snakes..."
He wasn't afraid of snakes.
He just didn't like them.
Who liked those slimy, cold snakes, anyway?
Just thinking of those words to describe snakes gave him goosebumps.
And what did they mean, his brother was almost scared to tears?!
He hadn't been, okay!?
The boy felt like he couldn't listen to his parents lecture his sister any longer.
Why did it feel like he was suffering too, not just his sister?
Xiao Xiao couldn't help smiling.
It seemed this boy had quite a lot of "resentment" toward his younger sister's snakes.
Fair enough.
He didn't like snakes in the first place.
And he had to put up with his sister's love of them under the same roof.
That really was a trying situation.
Even though the boy was now badmouthing his sister's snakes, there was no denying he was a good older brother.
He put up with his sister's fondness for snakes.
"Hey."
The boy suddenly thought of something.
He glanced at the white snake around the other boy's wrist, then looked at its owner.