Chapter 7 Chapter 7 Brother Jingqun

The chirping of insects and birds outside never stopped, and Zhao Jingqun's mind was full of the appearance of the young boy, some with their heads down, some with their lips pouting, some smiling, and so on.

And one minute passed, two minutes, half an hour, one hour, two hours...

At the end, Zhao Jingqun whispered "fuck" and felt that he would not be able to sleep tonight.

Just as he was about to go outside to smoke a cigarette to calm down, the person next to him suddenly moved. He immediately suppressed his annoyance and closed his eyes.

After a while, accompanied by a rustling sound, the familiar lemon scent penetrated into Zhao Jingqun's nose, and his heart began to beat violently as the lemon scent became stronger and stronger.

...What does this idiot want to do?

The sweet fragrance at the tip of his nose was so strong that it was almost hard to breathe. Just when Zhao Jingqun was about to lose his breath, the quilt beside him was suddenly lifted, and a warm and soft body crawled in.

At that moment, Zhao Jingqun almost wanted to jump up, but he forced himself to hold it back.

Until he felt the warmth and softness of the body getting closer and closer, so close that it was about to touch him, he finally couldn't help but hold his breath.

Finally, Zhao Jingqun opened his eyes and saw the haunting face in the dim moonlight.

The boy's palm-sized face was filled with delicate features that seemed to have been carved by Nuwa herself. His eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, his lips were red, his teeth were white, and his long eyelashes like butterfly wings were trembling slightly.

Looking closely, the boy's hair color turned out to be dark brown with natural curls. When he closed his eyes and fell asleep, he looked like a doll that was not real.

The beauty and prettiness are beyond words.

Zhao Jingqun's heart was pounding, and his gaze moved carefully from the boy's picturesque eyebrows to his delicate and tall nose... and finally to the tip of his tongue that was exposed when the boy's mouth was slightly open because he was sleeping.

The tip of the tongue is pink and moist, like the tip of a bitten strawberry. If you take a light bite, a lot of sticky juice will flow out. What will happen if you lick it a little deeper?

Zhao Jingqun's breathing became heavy due to his abnormal thoughts. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and woke up the unaware boy beside him.

"Wake up, Tao Ning." The voice was low and hoarse.

Tao Ning had fallen asleep. She was suddenly woken up by the system and was a little grumpy. She sleepily went in to complete the task and quickly fell asleep again. Now she was woken up again.

He pouted his rosy, plump lips in dissatisfaction, unconsciously reached out his hand, patted the person next to him, and muttered, "Stop it..."

Zhao Jingqun was only lightly slapped by the boy, and he instantly sat up as if he was scalded. After calming down while sitting on the bed, he cursed in a low voice.

Helpless, he tiptoed out and headed towards the bathroom.

From late at night until dawn, the sound of cold water flushing was heard several times in the backyard of the Tao family, and the chicken coop and duck coop were noisy because of it.

The next morning, Tao Ning woke up yawning. The bruise on her knee had become darker, but she was still in the same bed, feeling a little confused.

He remembered that he had slept his way into Zhao Jingqun's bed last night, so why was he still in his own bed?

Tao Ning asked the system: [System, last night...] Even if she asked it in her head, she still felt shy, [Did I crawl into his bed?]

After a moment, the system's yawning voice echoed in my mind: [You've gone in. Hey, why are you back in your bed? I remember waking you up last night before going to bed.]

Hearing this, Tao Ning's attention wandered, and she asked blankly: "Does your system also need to sleep?"

The system was furious: [Our AI... ahem, I didn't expect you to be such a moron. You haven't even started working yet, but you're already imitating those Zhou Paopi bosses and asking their employees to work 996. No, you're making me stay up all night to work overtime. This is even more excessive than those 996s.]

[Hmph! I’m ignoring you!]

Tao Ning: “…”

He apologized softly: "I was wrong, don't be angry..."

Before he could finish his words, a cold voice sounded behind him, "Tao Ning, eat." Calling the boy by his full name seemed to indicate that the owner of the voice was in a bad mood.

Tao Ning turned around and met a pair of eyes with black lower eyelids. Those eyes looked extremely tired.

The two gazes met in mid-air, but after just a few seconds, the latter looked away.

The man's gaze seemed to linger on the bruise on Tao Ning's knee for a few seconds, but it seemed like an illusion.

Before Tao Ning could see clearly, Zhao Jingqun turned and left, leaving him alone and confused. Why did it feel like... he hated him even more?

What should I do? Tao Ning felt a little annoyed. If she had known earlier, she should have forced herself to stay awake and get into bed last night.

But when she thought that the man would have to eat and sleep with her for a few more days and there was still a chance tonight, Tao Ning felt relieved again.

On the way to the main hall for dinner, he clenched his fists and secretly made up his mind that he must succeed in getting into bed tonight, hoping that Zhao Jingqun would not hate him.

I slowly moved to the dining table, but found that Zhao Jingqun and the others were not there.

While helping Tao Ning and Xiao Meng with some meat and vegetables, Tao Yuan said, "Jingqun got up early this morning. City people really love cleanliness. He took a shower so early in the morning, and he used cold water. Oh... do people in the city like to use cold water? Not only did he take a shower, but he didn't eat this early in the morning, and I don't know what he did. When I asked him, he just said he had something to do..."

Tao Ning was also eating while listening to Tao Yuan muttering, thinking that he had gone out for something.

Tao Yuan changed the subject, "Oh, by the way, Ningning, I put the medicine in the room for you. Remember to apply it later. If it hurts too much, don't go out like a fool, okay?"

Tao Ning nodded. It didn't hurt as much today as yesterday. It should be fine in a few days after applying the medicine.

It was still early and the secretary hadn't come to see him yet, which meant he didn't need to look for Zhao Jingqun and the others for the time being. So after finishing his meal, Tao Ning helped wash the dishes before going back to the house to apply the medicine.

Xiao Meng lay beside his bed, looking at the purple wound on the boy's knee. She sobbed in pain, then blew air on the wound and said in a soft voice: "Hoohoo, uncle, it doesn't hurt! Huhuhuhu."

Tao Ning was amused by Xiao Meng's innocent and cute actions. He curled up the corners of his mouth. Just then, the morning light came in lightly, rolling up the morning mist in the mountains. The misty and moist breeze blew up the loose hair on his forehead.

Xiao Meng stared at him, her bright eyes shining, "Uncle, you are so beautiful!"

Tao Ning threw the cotton swab into the trash can, touched his soft hair, and said with a smile: "Good-looking is a compliment to my sister, you should say my uncle is handsome."

Xiao Meng said "Oh" as if she understood something, then smiled sweetly, "Then mom and uncle are the most beautiful people in the world!"

Tao Ning smiled again, thought for a few seconds, and then said: "Xiao Meng, you can't be so...um..."

He was thinking about how to mention Zhao Jingqun to Xiao Meng. After a moment, he said, "The brother who came yesterday, you have to call him Brother Jingqun. He is a guest, and you can't be rude to guests, understand?"

Xiao Meng imitated her and called out, "Brother Jingqun?"

Tao Ning narrowed her eyes and said, "Yes, Brother Jingqun."

The boy's voice was soft and light, like an April spring rain falling on a lemon tree. His soft lips bit out the four words "Brother Jingqun", and the spring rain came, dripping.

Tick, tick.

The raindrops fell into the ears of the people outside the door.

Zhao Jingqun's body was still covered in morning dew, and he was holding a black plastic bag containing ointment and clothes. Slowly and clearly, he heard his own heart beating violently, which gradually overlapped with the sound of falling spring rain.