70s, The Intellectual Youth is Too Pampered, The Delicate Girl Can't Handle It

(Modern Romance, Period setting, Space, Pampered by everyone, Slice of life)

A little female lead with a changeable personality.

Jiang Anxia, because she kept dreaming for several days ...

Chapter 6 The Oil Thief

"Auntie, get up! The sun's already high in the sky!" Little Jiang Xing pulled Jiang Anxia with all her might, but she had used up all her strength. Her aunt was still lying on the bed without moving an inch.

Jiang Anxia watched as the little girl's face turned red, and she still tried her best to pull her up.

This made her laugh out loud in her heart; the little girl was so cute.

"Alright, alright, I'll get up, I'll get up." Jiang Anxia had seen enough, and she decided not to make things difficult for the little girl.

"My little aunt is so good." Jiang Xing smiled with relief when she saw that her little aunt had finally agreed.

This made Jiang Anxia, ​​who was watching her, both laugh and cry; this child was just too funny.

"Auntie, get up quickly, I'm going to get you breakfast!" Jiang Xing didn't mind that Jiang Anxia didn't reply, climbed off Jiang Anxia's bed, opened the door and walked to the kitchen with her short legs.

Jiang Anxia was alarmed and quickly got up, put on her clothes, and went to the kitchen.

This girl is only six years old; it's too dangerous for her to be alone in the kitchen.

"Xingxing, don't rush. Your aunt will do it herself in a bit. Don't hurt yourself."

"It's okay! Auntie, go wash up!" Jiang Xing said in her childish voice.

She can handle this little thing. Besides, she has to do chores for her aunt even if she can't.

"You little rascal, go play your game, you don't need to carry it." Jiang Anxia squatted down and gently flicked the little girl's forehead with her finger.

"My aunt is mean! If she doesn't want me to, she won't!" Jiang Xing covered her forehead where she had been flicked, and then quickly ran out of the kitchen.

This action made Jiang Anxia burst into laughter instantly; this little girl.

Reluctantly, she stood up, went back to her room, took out her toothbrush, squeezed on toothpaste, and began brushing her teeth.

Jiang Anxia has a little habit: she likes to brush her teeth dry, without getting them wet, because she finds it more convenient that way.

She brushed her teeth, carried her water glass to the kitchen, filled the glass with water, and then left the kitchen to stand in a corner of the yard.