In no time, Ye Jing's small hands, trembling with nervousness, reached Ye Fei's waist. She first lifted his shirt, then grabbed his belt and fumbled to unbuckle it.
But just at that moment, Aunt Xu's voice echoed from downstairs: "Ye Fei, Ye Jing, lunch is ready. Come down quickly!"
Startled by her mother's voice, Ye Jing's already anxious body jolted. She hastily pulled her hands back, only to realize that her mother was calling from downstairs and couldn't possibly see what she was doing with her brother.
Relieved, Ye Jing pouted and grumbled discontentedly, "Mommy is such a spoilsport. Couldn't she have called a little later?"
