Minghao stopped in front of him, did another quick spin, and planted her hands on her hips, facing him, looking all dolled up.
"Well... Well..." she spoke up grinning. "How do I look? What do you think little brother?"
Zhihao squinted at her like he was a very serious judge in a very serious competition. He tilted his head, walked slowly around her in a circle, then poked the side of her braid.
"You look like a malnourished walking flowerpot," he said in a matter-of-fact tone, his lips twitching.
Minghao gasped, pretending to be offended. "I do not! I look adorable in this!'
"You do too," he teased, crossing his arms across his chest like a little gentleman. "You have got flowers on your dress and you smell like one. If a bee comes, I'm not saving you. That would be your fault and no one else!"
"That's so mean of you!" she said, but she was already laughing.
Zhihao grinned, unable to hold back anymore. "I'm just saying just in case, if you get chased by bees, I warned you."
