Haha, do I care that I'm whimsical?
Smiling, I picked up an unknown juice and uncorked the cork of the glass bottle. Just as I was about to put it close to my lips, I saw a young girl standing in front of me, staring at me fiercely.
This little sister had a pair of round and big coffee eyes, a small and lovely nose, thin lips, and a white porcelain-like smooth face. She looked like a doll. She wore a white dress, a white disk hat, and gray long hair under the hat almost touched the ground. Her height was less than 140, probably.
Even if it was my little sister, she would have to greet me. So I put down the juice and nodded to her with a smile, thinking that she would respond to me with a sweet smile. Even if it was just a light smile, it would make me, a lonely middle-aged uncle, feel a
