☆、Fan 51: Baby, please reward me more in the future (Qiao Yipian)

Qiao Yi didn't understand, she had a hundred thousand reasons not to understand.

She didn't quite understand how things were developing.

Suddenly, Qiao Yi had a flash of inspiration and got up to run to her bedroom.

She painstakingly rummaged through her childhood memories, the long-sealed box covered in dust. She gently wiped it clean before carefully opening it.

The box was filled with all sorts of random things: various youth magazines I bought during my school days, celebrity merchandise, and all sorts of other odds and ends.

She looked at the person in the photo, somewhat dazed. She couldn't remember the person in the photo anymore, but the feelings she had when she liked them back then were still there.

She found it somewhat amusing that every relationship she had in her youth was passionate and earnest, becoming the most brilliant memories of her youth.

Even though she no longer likes the celebrities she admired when she was a child, looking at him still makes her feel as happy as ever.

Until a notebook with obvious signs of age was revealed, she gently opened it and found her slightly immature handwriting inside.

"I had a fight with my friend today, so annoying."

"Li Muli was hanging out with other girls today, so annoying."

"I hit the guy in the back seat today, so annoying."

"I scratched a boy's face at home today, I'm a little sorry."

"Pah, pah, pah, I take back that apology. That boy glared at me today. I hate him."

"Why is he coming to my house again? He's the person I hate the most."

"Waaaah, physics is so hard, I can't learn it, it's so frustrating."

"Ahhhh, I saw a handsome guy today, it's not annoying."

...

Qiao Yi flipped through the diary and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Help! How bad and fierce was she when she was little? Why was she always arguing with this person or fighting with that person? And why did she have so many troubles?

She had absolutely no recollection of it.

She sat on the cushion, laughing so hard she was doubled over, amused by what she called her childhood "dark history".

Until someone suddenly snatched the notebook from her hand, the man looked her down and teased, "What's so good that you're laughing like that?"

Qiao stood up and reached out to grab it, but the man lifted her up high, using his absolute height advantage to suppress her.

"Song Libai, you're finished if you dare look at me." She warned him through gritted teeth, stepping on his instep without hesitation.

The man seemed oblivious to the pain, a smile playing on his lips as his fingers relentlessly flipped through the pages. "Baby, you seem to have quite a few stories from your youth."

"You're dead, Song Libai. I'll kill you tonight." She twisted her arm around his shoulder, threatening him mercilessly.

The man closed his notebook, looked down at her, and said, "Honey, save your energy for later."

Qiao Yi suddenly let go of him, squatted down and hugged herself, burying her head in her arms, her shoulders still trembling.

She looked extremely aggrieved.

Song Libai suddenly felt a pang of panic. He had seen her arrogant and domineering side, as well as her obedient and docile side, but he had never seen her look so wronged and pitiful.

He nestled beside her, wrapped his arms around her, and gently coaxed, "Don't cry, okay? I was wrong, baby."

Qiao Yi ignored him, only slightly avoiding his touch, and continued to bury her head and sob softly.

"I was wrong, baby, I was really wrong, don't cry, okay?" Song Libai patted her shoulder to comfort her, his eyes full of regret.

"You can punish me however you want, just please stop crying."

"My sweet baby, your crying breaks my heart."

The cheesy words just kept flowing out of her mouth, and Qiao Yi sobbed, "Put the notebook in that box."

"Okay." After the man did as she said, he turned his head and met her smiling face. Qiao Yi grabbed his ear and gritted her teeth, "Darling, is it pretty? Is it funny?"

Before the man could nod, she tightened her grip, the threat in her eyes unmistakable.

"It hurts a little, baby." Song Libai didn't struggle, but just looked at her with a pitiful expression.

Qiao Yi raised an eyebrow and said nonchalantly, "Does it hurt? I can't feel it." She tightened her grip a little more.

Song Libai chuckled and let her be, but still asked her curiously, "So, baby, did you cry just now?"

Qiao Yi snorted twice, winked at him arrogantly, and said, "I cried, I was faking it."

"How could I, Qiao Yi, possibly cry?"

Song Libai chuckled and looked her over. "Hmm, I wonder who's always crying and begging me."

As soon as he finished speaking, he clearly felt the pain in his ear intensify, and the girl's eyes were full of provocation.

His status in the family is really quite low.

He suddenly began to envy Fu Chenyan; at least Li Muli was gentle and considerate, and more importantly, she doted on her husband.

The world is full of differences, just like wives are full of differences.

Yeah, I had to coax her back on my knees, so I have to spoil her even if it means kneeling myself.

"Song Libai, do you like durian?" Qiao Yi let go of him, seemingly just asking casually.

"It's alright." He nodded in reply, inwardly marveling at how quickly her imagination ran wild.

Qiao Yi patted his shoulder with satisfaction, then stood up and looked down at him. "Okay, Mr. Song, the durian will be custom-made for you."

In an instant, he understood what she meant. He gritted his teeth, got up, wrapped his arms around her waist with a resentful tone, and said coquettishly, "Baby, my ears hurt so much."

Qiao raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Do you need me to blow on it for you?"

Under the man's expectant gaze, Qiao Yi gave a professional fake smile, "Darling, have you no shame?"

“I want you.” Song Libai replied quickly.

Qiao Yi pushed his chest away in disgust, muttering, "Let go of me, what kind of behavior is this, being all lovey-dovey all day?"

The man ignored her and mischievously blew a breath into her ear, "Honey, tell me why we used to fight when we were little?"

Bringing this up again, Qiao Yi's eyes widened in anger, "It must be because you're annoying and made me unhappy."

"Yeah, I still hate it now."

"Good to know."

Taking the opportunity, Song Libai kissed her pink lips and whispered with a smile, "But you just like me."

"I can like other people too." Qiao Yi denied him without any mercy.

"Then I'll only like Yi Yi, and treat her better so that my darling Yi Yi will only like me."

Qiao Yi looked up and saw the tenderness and doting in the man's eyes. She felt a little embarrassed. Had she been too arrogant and presumptuous?

She pursed her lips, tiptoed, and kissed the man's chin. Song Libai bent down to cooperate, and she wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed him back.

It must be said that her kissing skills were excellent and very proficient, almost effortlessly arousing the beast in a man's bones.

Seeing the man's large hands begin to roam freely, she finally let go of him and awkwardly said, "This is a reward for you."

"Okay, you'll reward me more often in the future, baby."