Leng Yue pursed her lips, her delicate lips resembling flower petals blooming in spring.

A barely perceptible hint of joy flashed in his eyes.

"A pair of bickering lovers?" This phrase seems quite fitting, hehe!

Yao Yao, you said it yourself, okay? If we really become a bickering couple one day, you'd better be able to handle it!

Thinking of this, Leng Yue frowned slightly.

'Should I prepare some 'heart medicine' on hand, just in case...?'

Until he heard Su Qingyao close the bathroom door,

The crisp "click" of the door closing seemed like a signal that the tension had eased.

Leng Yue and Lu Qingzhou both breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from their hearts.

They were secretly relieved that Zhouzhou was just a child, and his attention was quickly drawn to the interesting cartoons on TV. He didn't say a word from beginning to end.

Otherwise, I really wouldn't know how to explain that slightly awkward scene to Su Qingyao.

The two snapped back to reality and looked at each other. Leng Yue's cheeks instantly flushed red, like a ripe apple.

She raised her hand and slapped Lu Qingzhou, the action carrying a hint of coquettishness, and said with dissatisfaction, "You did that on purpose just now, leaving only half of what you said, you almost scared me to death."

Lu Qingzhou glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Who told you to be so stupid, leaving yourself a loophole? I'm just helping you patch it up, otherwise you'd be finished."

Leng Yue rolled her eyes at him as if she were disgusted, her eyes lively and playful, but she didn't continue to argue with him.

Lu Qingzhou couldn't help but let out a soft "hmm" in his heart, "Oh dear, this woman is strange, very strange. She's not refuting me, and that look in her eyes seems so familiar."

Holy crap, isn't this just like Su Qingyao's eyes? It's true what they say, you become like those you associate with; even their expressions are almost identical. But would that apply to me? Won't this cause some serious problems?

Pulling her scattered thoughts back, Lu Qingzhou raised her hand to straighten her somewhat disheveled clothes, smoothing out the wrinkles one by one, her movements carrying a deliberate air of composure.

The two fell silent instantly.

Only the sounds of cartoons and Zhouzhou's cheerful, bell-like laughter could be heard from the television.

Leng Yue secretly glanced at Lu Qingzhou and saw that he was still tidying his clothes, looking nonchalant. She began to feel anxious again.

'I wonder how Lu Qingzhou felt about this unexpected kiss. Was his heart racing like hers? Or did he simply not care, treating it as a trivial little incident?'

Thinking of this, Leng Yue felt as if she had eaten an unripe fruit, both bitter and astringent.

After straightening her clothes, Lu Qingzhou looked up and met Leng Yue's strange gaze.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and a unique atmosphere filled the air.

Lu Qingzhou quickly looked away, coughed awkwardly, and said embarrassedly, "Um... I'm going to cook. You... you take care of Zhouzhou."

After saying that, he seemed to be fleeing, and hurried into the kitchen, his back revealing a hint of panic.

Leng Yue watched Lu Qingzhou's retreating figure, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She felt increasingly unable to explain her feelings for Lu Qingzhou; she felt happy whenever she bickered with him or played around with him.

The unexpected kiss she had just received left her feeling unsettled, as if the sensation still lingered on her lips.

In fact, she knew in her heart that this kind of relationship might not have a good ending in the end, just like Lin Yinuo's.

Lu Qingzhou is Su Qingyao and Mu Shaohua's man, and she shouldn't have any improper thoughts about him.

But how can you control matters of the heart?

She sighed, her breath heavy with melancholy, like a leaf falling in late autumn. She wanted to find something to do to distract herself.

She looked at Zhouzhou, who was watching TV, then walked over to Zhouzhou, squatted down, and asked, "Zhouzhou, shall we stop watching TV? Auntie will play with your toys."

Zhouzhou glanced back at her, blinking her large, watery eyes, her long eyelashes fluttering like two small fans.

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Okay, I want to play with building blocks. Aunt Lengyue, will you play with building blocks with me?"

Leng Yue patted Zhouzhou's head, a gesture as gentle as Su Qingyao's, and said with a smile, "Okay, let's build blocks together and see if we can build a super big castle."

As he spoke,

She then pulled Zhouzhou aside and sat down on the ground with him.

A soft carpet was laid on the floor, and colorful building blocks were scattered around.

She started fiddling with the building blocks, but her mind wasn't on them at all. The image of her kissing Lu Qingzhou earlier kept involuntarily replaying in her mind.

My earlobes felt slightly warm, like clouds on the horizon dyed by the sunset.

kitchen!

Incandescent light shone on the control panel.

Lu Qingzhou, wearing a blue and white striped apron, stood in front of the cutting board, her cleaver moving rhythmically in her hand.

The sound of chopping vegetables echoed in this small space.

As he chopped the vegetables, his mind involuntarily drifted back to the scene that had unfolded in the living room.

His mind was in turmoil. A series of coincidences had subtly changed his feelings for Leng Yue.

Previously, in his mind, Leng Yue was nothing more than Su Qingyao's secretary and best friend, an ordinary member of the family. He was comfortable and at ease with her and never had any ulterior motives.

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