Chapter 7 This is simply straightforward

Why is my lemon one slice less than his? Damn, is he targeting me?

Cong Chun looked at Duan Mingxiao with a somewhat speechless expression. For the sake of his salary, he felt he could endure it for now.

"Young master, I just put the lemon in randomly. If you like lemons, I'll fill it up for you now?"

[You like lemons? Is Chun Chun mocking me?]

Cong Chun: I'm innocent...

Duan Mingxiao's gaze fell on Cong Chun's face, and he seemed to see a hint of panic in the boy's eyes, with an unnatural expression in his eyes.

[It didn't seem like Chun Chun did it on purpose. Maybe I'm just overthinking it?]

"Alright, come over and play games with me."

Cong Chun was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting the young master in front of him to invite him to play the game.

Cong Chun got his first smartphone after the college entrance examination. It was a hand-me-down from his neighbor, which he bought for a cheap price of eighty yuan.

His phone has very few apps; apart from essential chat apps, there isn't a single entertainment app on his phone's home screen.

It's practically the standard screen size for the aloof, Buddhist figures in Beijing's elite circles, as depicted in novels.

Unfortunately, Cong Chun could only be considered a poor villager.

Cong Chun always cherished this phone. Every day after using it, he would carefully wipe it clean before going to bed, just like he was raising a pet.

However, Cong Chun recently cracked his phone screen and hasn't had a chance to go to a phone repair shop yet.

Cong Chun's voice was always soft and gentle, like sweet rain nourishing a long-parched mountain.

His eyes were clear and bright, devoid of any inferiority or embarrassment, only filled with composure.

"Young master, I've never played games before."

Cong Chun had only ever seen his classmates play games on their phones before; he had never seen game footage appear on a TV screen, let alone the high-end, all-black game controller in Duan Mingxiao's hand.

"Come here, I'll teach you how to play."

Duan Mingxiao didn't know why, but seeing Cong Chun's dazed look, he felt a strange tenderness in his heart.

The young master attributed his feelings to his kind heart.

Damn, I'm just too kind. How can there be such a kind person in the world?

Cong Chun was pulled by the young master's arm to sit down on the sofa next to him, while Ji Ruhui stared wide-eyed at him.

He had never seen this living devil get so close to anyone before, even taking the initiative to touch their body. Normally, if Duan Mingxiao didn't kick someone, it was considered that he was in a good mood today.

Duan Mingxiao briefly explained the operation of the game controller to Cong Chun. Cong Chun was very smart, and his learning speed surprised Duan Mingxiao. He quickly memorized the usage of all the buttons.

The closer they got, the fresh and pleasant scent of soapberry emanating from Cong Chun seemed to sneak out from deep within her collar, brushing past Duan Mingxiao's nose.

The boy seemed to have a natural body odor; the scent was faint but long-lasting, lingering near his nose, which he didn't find offensive.

However, when he saw Cong Chun seriously controlling the game controller in front of him, Duan Shao Ye felt a little annoyed.

"The game is more important than me? What's so fun about this crappy game? Humph."

Cong Chun naturally heard his thoughts. He had never played games before, and he was indeed immediately attracted when he first started playing. However, when he heard Duan Mingxiao's complaint, the boy immediately turned around and obediently handed the controller to Duan Mingxiao.

"Young master, here you go."

Cong Chun suddenly turned his head, startling both of them. Cong Chun hadn't expected Duan Mingxiao behind him to be so close, almost right next to his ear.

Duan Mingxiao met Cong Chun's beautiful eyes, unconsciously pursed his lips, but pretended to look away nonchalantly, tossed another game controller to Ji Ruhui beside him, and set the game to two-player competitive mode.

"Keep playing, I'll have him play PvP with you."

Ji Ruhui, standing to the side, hurriedly caught the game controller that was tossed to him, and then he understood.

Ah Chan, you don't have to treat your brother like this if you want to pick up girls.

No matter what, he is still the young master of the Ji family. When did he fall to the point of being a playmate?

Duan Mingxiao, of course, didn't care what he was thinking. Once this young master was determined to do something, not even ten oxen could pull him back; he was a complete stubborn fool.

The racing game was the recently popular "Horizon 5". The first game started quickly. Cong Chun had no gaming experience and quickly lost to Ji Ruhui.

Ji Ruhui even deliberately clasped his hands in a fist salute to Cong Chun, speaking in a nonchalant manner.

"Brother, you flatter me, you flatter me."

"You don't need to feel inferior if you lose to me."

Duan Mingxiao, who was standing to the side, was naturally unhappy to hear this. He hated it the most when people showed off in front of him.

The next second, Duan Mingxiao's strong arms wrapped around Cong Chun from behind, and he whispered.

"I'll help you beat him."

Cong Chun nodded, but his expression was somewhat unnatural.

He rarely got this close to boys his age. When he was in school, he was quiet and didn't have a cell phone.

In his spare time, Cong Chun usually helps his grandmother with farm work or does practice problems and test papers. He doesn't know much about the various brands of sneakers or new games that the boys in his class talk about.

At this moment, Cong Chun's slender back seemed to be able to feel Duan Mingxiao's burning body temperature through the thin fabric.

Cong Chun nodded silently.

He gripped the game controller somewhat nervously, controlling the joystick, while Duan Mingxiao controlled the more complex operation buttons.

Ji Ruhui, who was standing to the side, was speechless. Was this targeting a single guy like him?

He was going to beat up the couple today, but the next second, Young Master Ji spectacularly crashed his car into a telephone pole and died, still yelling that he wanted to play another round.

I was just distracted.

Duan Mingxiao withdrew his hand and glanced coldly at Ji Ruhui beside him.

"If you're going to cook, just practice more. There are no excuses."

[Why isn't Chun praising me yet? Was that turn not flashy enough?]

The next second, Cong Chun raised the corners of her lips and gave Duan Mingxiao a slight smile.

"Young Master, you were amazing just now."

Duan Mingxiao suppressed the urge to smile.

"It's nothing special, just a very ordinary operation."

"Of course! My driving skills are more than enough to make me a professional driver."

Ji Ruhui, who was standing to the side, twitched the corner of his mouth.

Ah-chan, do you want to look in the mirror and see your own face? You're not just secretly pleased, you're openly pleased.

Cong Chun earnestly gives affirmation, bringing positive emotional value to the employer, which is one of his tasks as a nanny.

Yesterday, he spent a penny online to buy the e-book "Super Nanny's Practical Parenting Tips," and it seems to be very useful.

The next second, Cong Chun stood up from the sofa and accidentally knocked the lemonade that Duan Mingxiao had casually placed on the edge of the table onto the floor.

Instantly, the ground was a mess. A hint of panic flashed in Cong Chun's eyes as he quickly grabbed a few napkins to clean up the water stains on the ground.

Cong Chun squatted on the ground, cleaning up the water stains, with his back to Duan Mingxiao behind him.

Duan Mingxiao sat on the sofa without saying a word, but his gaze became somewhat deep and inscrutable.

Cong Chun's waist looked even thinner against the backdrop of her dark vest, and the skin on the back of her neck appeared even whiter against her dark hair.

Although Cong Chun looked very thin, her buttocks were very full, like soft and sweet peaches, swaying brightly in Duan Mingxiao's eyes.

Ji Ruhui, standing to the side, squinted and looked at Duan Mingxiao, who had suddenly fallen silent. He clearly noticed that something was wrong with him.

The next second, the boy's eyes widened as he stared at Duan Mingxiao's private parts, where a noticeable bulge was visible.

He saw Duan Mingxiao's gaze fixed on Cong Chun and cursed under his breath.

"You beast, you're a real beast."

I thought you were some aloof Buddhist monk from the Beijing circle, someone without desires or wants. I never expected you to be such a pervert, playing some kind of role-playing game.

What nanny? This person is clearly Duan Mingxiao's old flame.