Hearing the sound of the front door opening, Christina, who had been lounging on the couch watching videos, slipped into her slippers and ran over.

"Bro! You're back!"

The moment my brother saw Christina, the stern expression on his face finally softened into a smile.

"I told you not to wait for me to eat. But you didn't listen. Now you must be hungry, right?"

He glanced at the dinner on the table and playfully tapped Christina's forehead, pretending to be angry.

"I want to have dinner with you!"

Christina whined, shaking my brother's arm.

It always worked. My brother couldn't keep up the act anymore, and his finger gently...