She turned around and used the clamshell box she kept her belongings in as a table, placed the empty bowl on it, then turned around and patted the edge of the bed: "Lie down a little further out, I'll rub your tummy."

"Why are you rubbing your belly?" Su Xuanhe asked stupidly.

"Isn't your stomach uncomfortable? Rubbing it will make you feel better."

Too lazy to talk any more nonsense, Su Qingluan grabbed Su Xuanhe's collar and pulled him down, saying in a fierce voice, "Don't move!"

The naughty kid actually became obedient.

This surprised Su Qingluan a little. After all, the more aggressive she was, the more angry her younger brother would get.

Placing her hand on the little kid's round belly, Su Qingluan couldn't resist the soft touch and pinched it inadvertently.

“Hahaha… It’s so itchy…” Su Xuanhe laughed and shrank into a small shrimp, then was pulled flat by Su Qingluan.

"Don't move."

"Then stop tickling me!"

“…” She just couldn’t help it.

But Su Qingluan still said nonchalantly: "Okay, I won't tickle you."

As Su Qingluan rubbed her brother's belly with even force, the little kid gradually relaxed.

After a while, Su Qingluan heard her younger brother mutter in the darkness: "I don't want you to look down on me..."

Why did you say this out of nowhere?

Su Qingluan thought about it and realized that this was his answer to his complaint about "suffering in vain for face".

"When did I look down on you?" Su Qingluan wondered.