If flowers bloom, youth will naturally follow.

The weather was hot, and Xiao Pang, who was used to going shirtless as a boy, couldn't stand wearing clothes even as a girl. In his bedroom, he would only wear a big T-shirt and a pair of hot pants. The sight was quite spectacular. If he went out, he would definitely be called "indecent" and "little slut".

At first, he didn't even want to wear a T-shirt, only a tank top. He was scolded by Ma Dongmei for being shameless before he reluctantly put on a big T-shirt.

Xia Tian, ​​who had already completed her development and was quite flat-chested, was very jealous of Xiao Pang's physique. She would touch him while sleeping at night and often lamented the unfairness of God, saying that they had the same parents and the same genes, so why was there such a big difference?

Summer was crying so hard she could barely breathe when he pressed her against his chest. Her mouth and nose felt softly crowded, and she couldn't breathe...

Whenever Xia Tian craved Xiao Pang's figure, Xiao Pang would generously let her enjoy it for a while, estimating her lung capacity and letting her go when she was about to run out of breath.

But this time he obviously didn't consider that Xia Tian was crying so hard she couldn't catch her breath. Before she could even hold it in for half a minute, Xia Tian started struggling desperately and even scratched him a couple of times.

"Ouch, why are you getting so worked up? Why are you scratching me?" The chubby boy complained as he let go of Xia Tian, ​​his arm bearing several red marks from her scratches.

Summer's lack of oxygen made my chest feel like it was going to explode, my head was buzzing, and after a few breaths, I was terrified. I grabbed a broom and gave the little fat boy two hard whacks: "You little brat, are you trying to suffocate me?"

"What are you doing? You're already scratching and hitting me after less than a minute. If you can't handle it, don't play! Humph!" Little Fatty said unhappily.

"You dead man, what are you doing? Can't you see I'm crying my eyes out? One minute left, and you can collect my corpse in one minute," Xia Tian said, still shaken.

"Are you crazy? Did I tell you to cry? It's such a small thing, why are you crying like that?" Little Fatty rolled his eyes.

Summer said dejectedly, "Alright, Xiaobao, stop trying to comfort me. Your sister was wrong this time. I'll work hard to earn money from now on and won't do anything crooked."

"Okay, okay, thank you. Tiantian, relax, let's take it slow, okay? I'm not in a hurry, why are you in such a rush?" Little Fatty comforted him.

"Sigh, how can we not be anxious? Put yourself in my shoes, Xiaobao, you are so sensible, but your father and I can't take your sensibility for granted," Xia Tian said with guilt.

“What do I know? I’m really not in a hurry. I’m not getting married, so why should I rush? I still want to enjoy the life of standing up to pee for a few more years,” Little Fatty said.

Actually, he wasn't lying. For the simple-minded Xiao Pang, whether or not to have surgery now is really not a big deal. If his family has money, he'll have it done; if his family doesn't have money, he'll have it done later.

What difference does it make if I'm a boy, a girl, or neither? Anyway, my family doesn't dislike me, I don't care, and I don't care about the people I like (I don't have anyone I like yet).

As for other people's opinions, I've been called a fat pig and a two-tailed pig for so many years, but has my little fat pig ever blushed?

Little Fatty is quite a character. The last time she broke down like that, it wasn't because she couldn't have the surgery, but because her father betrayed her. It was a collapse of her faith.

……

The Xia family's operations were incredibly precise, and the extra expense of over 40,000 yuan left them in a complete mess.

On the last day of the fine payment deadline, Xia Donghai called early in the morning with a dark face to urge payment. As expected, most of the customers who had promised to pay said, "Tomorrow, I will definitely send it to you tomorrow."

The house was shrouded in gloom, and even the sound of chopsticks hitting bowls during meals was much quieter.

Little Fatty couldn't help, and he couldn't bear to see them so distressed. After finishing his meal, he wiped his mouth and rode his bicycle to school.

Xia Tian felt guilty; she had caused her brother's surgery to be back to zero, and her parents to be so upset. "I'm sorry, Dad," she said, "I know a woman whose family runs a loan shark business. Maybe we can borrow some money..."

Xia Donghai sighed and said, "Hey, Tiantian, you'd better learn your lesson this time. In the future, if a pie falls from the sky, run far away, or you'll get hit on the head again."

Xia Donghai handled this incident with exceptional chivalry, not only taking the blame for Xia Tian but also refraining from excessive reprimand afterward. Xia Tian was deeply moved, and her admiration for him returned to its pre-entry state: "Yes, I understand, Dad."

"You don't need to worry about the money. I'll ask Brother Ma," Xia Donghai said with a sigh.