"Is that the best you can do? Why are you enchanted by such a little guy?" A very handsome boy stared at a young girl in pajamas.
"I love him so much. He's my little idol. What matters most is that he looks just like you! Look at you two! Oh, no! No, no. You're not as handsome as him! "The girl belittled her brother.
"How could it be?" The boy was unconvinced. He was extremely confident in his appearance.
"Alas, it's about to start. Sit down and watch the last final with me." The girl pushed her brother onto the sofa and took out the snacks she had prepared.
"You are always eating these snacks. No wonder you got fat."
"You're the fat one! I have a standard figure." the young girl retorted unhappily.
No one could shame her body!
"You're fifteen years old now, but you're less than 5 feet. Don't you feel ashamed? I'm five foot eleven." The boy was being mean.
"I'm still growing, maybe a bit slowly. The genes in our family determine that my height will definitely reach at least five foot
