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Gege, I hate you," Ziyu announced, face smashed against Tian Xuning's chest, wearing Tian's shirt as pajamas and clutching the stuffed rabbit he'd been given at age twelve.
Tian, who had been listening to this declaration approximately twice a day for fifteen years, simply adjusted his hold on Ziyu's waist and asked:
"Do you want strawberry milk or chocolate before bed?"