Chapter 76 Mind Your Own Business

Cong Chun's dark green sketchbook was spread out on the table. His gaze fell on the bed where Duan Mingxiao had been sleeping for the past two days, which had no mattress.

But suddenly, an extra mattress appeared on her bed, along with a beautiful bed curtain.

The bed curtains were light blue with cute sheep patterns, which Cong Chun liked quite a bit; they felt similar to the pajamas she had worn for a long time.

But Cong Chun felt a little worried when she thought about the bed Duan Mingxiao was sleeping in.

In the past, when the family's hens were about to lay eggs, my grandmother would specially use an old cotton coat from more than ten years ago to line the hens and make a nest.

However, the young master's room looked very simple, but Cong Chun still took one of his own quilts and secretly put it down for him.

It'll be more comfortable to sleep like this.

However, Cong Chun looked at Duan Mingxiao and asked the question that had been on his mind.

"Young Master, aren't you going home?"

Duan Mingxiao pursed his lips, his expression shifting, and pouted.

"Is it wrong for me to want to experience living in a dormitory?"

"And you'll be alone in the dorm at night, aren't you afraid?"

When will this idiot finally understand my good intentions?

Cong Chun shook his head; he wasn't afraid.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

"Is Mr. Duan no longer holding you captive?"

Duan Mingxiao was speechless.

"I'm not a pig, why would he lock me up?"

What's going on in Chun Chun's head all day long?

Immediately afterwards, Duan Mingxiao took out a blue cloth wallet and placed it on the table in front of Cong Chun.

"Stupid Chun, you've grown some guts, haven't you?"

"I won't accept it, but they'll secretly slip it to me."

[Why offer money? This young master has plenty of money.]

[If I slip a love letter inside, I might reluctantly accept it if I'm in a good mood!]

Cong Chun pursed his lips, a hint of guilt flashing in his eyes as if he had been caught.

However, the reason he secretly slipped a wallet to the young master without the other party noticing was because he had practiced it when he went to collect eggs.

You have to be quick when taking out the eggs, otherwise the hen will peck at Cong Chun's hand to protect them.

"I didn't steal it."

Duan Mingxiao stepped forward and wrapped his hands around Cong Chun's head. His palms were covered in soft hair, which felt like a furry texture.

Immediately afterwards, the young master pressed his forehead against Cong Chun's forehead.

Cong Chun looked up at him, their eyelashes seemingly pressed tightly together.

A moment later, Duan Mingxiao seemed to have gotten used to it and let go. The boy lowered his eyes and stared at Cong Chun, his long eyelashes casting a shadow under his eyes.

"Are you sure you're not lying to me?"

Cong Chun nodded. He wasn't lying; he wasn't doing it secretly, but openly and honestly.

"Who is it that goes around lying to others about their eye injury, saying it's from a fall?"

Cong Chun blinked. How did the young master know everything?

Duan Mingxiao pinched the back of his neck, which looked long and delicate; a gentle squeeze was enough to envelop it.

Can you tell me the truth?

Cong Chun nodded and said softly, "Okay."

Cong Chun briefly told him about what had happened at his uncle's house.

Duan Mingxiao was furious.

[The chicks didn't give him a good beating; this kind of person should be castrated and drowned in a pig cage.]

Cong Chun looked up at him.

"Young master, have you met my uncle?"

Duan Mingxiao gave a firm "no," while Cong Chun looked away with a hint of dejection.

The young master lied to him again.

Cong Chun turned around, silently picked up his pen again, and began to draw.

Duan Mingxiao's gaze fell on Cong Chun in front of him. He didn't know why, but when he saw Cong Chun doing things quietly, he felt that he was particularly well-behaved.

The young master really wanted to tease him.

Duan Mingxiao bent down to watch Cong Chun paint, but the conversation drifted off-topic.

"Did Grandma tell you to go to college and find someone to bring back to meet her during your holidays?"

Cong Chun gripped the dark green pencil in his hand and shook his head.

"Grandma told me to remember to eat well and take care of myself when I'm out."

Duan Mingxiao was stunned for a moment.

I wanted to say "So what do you think of me?" but I didn't say it out loud.

He was close by, and Cong Chun could smell the cigarette smoke on Duan Mingxiao.

Cong Chun raised his hand and tugged at the young master's sleeve.

"You shouldn't smoke."

A hint of surprise flashed in Duan Mingxiao's eyes. He didn't smoke, so the smell must have come from someone smoking indoors in the convoy's rest area.

However, the taste was so faint that he barely noticed it, but unfortunately Cong Chun's sense of smell was very sensitive.

The young master asked Cong Chun a question in a slow and deliberate manner.

"You like to meddle with me so much?"

Cong Chun nodded without hesitation.

He talked about the bad things about smoking, mentioning an old man in the village who smoked and eventually coughed up black blood while lying in bed.

"Smoking makes you sick, and I don't want you to get sick."

[Sick? With my physique, I can't even find a reason to take a day off all year round, so I can only skip class.]

"Sigh, but he's just worried about me. Don't worry, this young master won't let Chun live a life of widowhood."

Suddenly, Duan Mingxiao smiled. He straightened up and leaned his head against the single wardrobe next to him.

The boy was wearing a black sweatshirt, his upper arm muscles were beautifully defined and full of explosive power, and he had a huge sports bag slung over one shoulder.

His narrow eyes were like deep pools, yet they were coated with a layer of lustrous light under the soft indoor lighting.

Duan Mingxiao stared intently at Cong Chun's face, his voice low and slightly hoarse.

"Then I'll trouble you to keep an eye on me from now on."