After catching up on sleep in the afternoon, the sisters, dressed in bathrobes and carrying cups, ran downstairs. They treated Ice Bear, who had slipped into the house, as a sofa, curling up on her with their cups wrapped in their arms as they watched TV.
Wriggling around, Jiang Han nudged the nose of Ice Bear, who had lowered her head to look at her, with her own. Instinctively, she shrank into Jiang Zhenling's arms and complained:
"Change the channel, change the channel! I want to watch the squash match!"
Her stomach was ruthlessly kneaded. Little Comrade Jiang Zhenling bit her sister's neck from behind like a wolf with its prey between its teeth, saying somewhat indistinctly, "I want to watch Texas Hold'em. I even skipped my shift tonight for today's Masters."
The difference in their builds was a little too great. They were clearly the same kind of egg, born from the same mother... Jiang Han wriggled, laughing as she patted her younger sister's thigh to make her let go. Then, panting, she turned around and sprang up with explosive force several tiers beyond that of an ordinary witch, pouncing onto her sister's back—only to be thrown off half a second later.
Ice Bear looked at the two of them in confusion, seemingly studying what these two sisters were doing, bouncing around on top of her.
"I surrender, you barbarian!" Jiang Han was pinned beneath Jiang Zhenling, her right hand twisted behind her back. With her remaining hand, she weakly patted her sister's waist, signaling for her to let go already.
With the leisure of a victor, Jiang Zhenling released Jiang Han.
If neither sister used magic, Jiang Zhenling could probably knock Jiang Han down with one hand. Such a difference in size was worrying—would Jiang Han accidentally have