Qingyin has been having some troubles lately, mainly because a certain annoying child always sneaks into his room late at night.

As the name suggests, the excuse for hitting a child is that they think the child is too young and they want to keep him company because they are afraid he will be scared.

Qingyin stared at Number Ten, who was leaning back in his chair like an old man, and fell silent. She gestured with her hand, "Shouldn't you be in solitary confinement today?"

Number Ten, the most notorious troublemaker in Class One, with his handsome, raised eyebrows and a smug grin after diligently learning sign language, said, "Hehe, that little dark room, who can it hold? I have plenty of ways to sneak out."

"How about that? Pretty awesome, bro?"

The lively yet mischievous boy not only said it aloud but also demonstrated it with his hands, his sign language as fast as a whirlwind, making viewers' mouths twitch.

Qingyin gestured: "Boring!"

Number Ten, beaming, automatically moved to a different spot, his face—which clearly showed how handsome he would become—close to Qingyin's, appearing incredibly large and distorted: "Hey, what's wrong with me, Xiaoyu'er? I risked being punished to come and keep you company late at night. Don't you feel a flutter in your heart? Do you like your Brother Ten?"

Qingyin: "..."

After gesturing to refuse number ten, Qingyin said, "No." Not forgetting to push away a child who was too close to her.

"Alright, go to sleep."

Qingyin casually extinguished the candle that was near her.

The spacious room was suddenly plunged into endless darkness.

A bed suitable for adults can easily fit two children.

Qingyin reserved the other half for number ten.

After a moment of silence.

Number Ten's voice, tinged with a hint of expectation, rang out: "Little Yu'er, are you really a boy? You're not lying to me because you don't want to be my wife, are you? Why don't you take off your pants now and let me see, then I'll give up..." Yeah, right.

He could never give up on her; Xiaoyu'er was his wife.

Qingyin: "..." What a hooligan kid.

In response, Qingyin mercilessly put her hands on his waist.

In the darkness, the older boy grimaced in pain.

When Qingyin finally heard a voice in her sleep, it was: "Pinch her if you want, but Xiaoyu can't be biased... Number Nine."

It was late at night, and when Qingyin woke up again, she was not surprised to see that the other half of the blanket on the small bed was already cold.

It's obvious that the child who was lying on this side yesterday has already slipped away.

That hooligan kid, number ten, always finds an opportunity and doesn't mind the trouble of cleaning up his mess.

Qingyin changed her clothes skillfully, pushed open the door, and there was Number Nine, who was smiling and carrying a food box.

"Hi, little brother."

Number Nine and Number Ten have completely different personalities. Compared to Number Ten, who tries to attract Qingyin's attention by causing trouble, Number Nine is more like an older brother who takes care of Qingyin in every way.

When the observant Number Nine notices that Qingyin doesn't like a certain dish, he won't make a fuss. He'll just make sure that dish won't appear in front of Qingyin next time.

Half of Qingyin's comfortable life in the White Tiger Camp was due to the dedication of this caring older brother.

"Good boy, lift your chin." Number Nine's handsome face showed a hint of maturity that comes with growing up.

Qingyin obediently raised her little car.

Number Nine carefully wiped a grain of rice that had accidentally gotten on the handsome little brother's chin clean, and then nodded in satisfaction.

Qingyin sometimes felt that Brother No. 9 treated her like a helpless baby, being so meticulous that he wanted to do everything for her.

Oh, right, not only the brother Number Nine, but also the Moon Guard.

As usual, Qingyin, who was given special treatment by the Moon Guard and left to rest on the side, sat on a small stool and helplessly looked at her colleagues who had become even more tanned in the sun.

With Qingyin's presence, this summer seemed to pass even faster.

Qingyin's short, chubby body seemed to be growing taller, no longer resembling a baby who should be held.

At Qingyin's insistence, the biased Moon Guard finally added Qingyin to the team.

However, their training intensity was significantly lower than that of Team Nine and their teammates.

Qingyin wasn't angry. His body was still small, and excessive training could easily damage his foundation. He should take it slowly.

In the cold, bleak autumn, the young emperor, who was thinking of Qingyin, finally couldn't hold back any longer and rushed to the White Tiger Camp overnight after finishing his official duties.

With the notification from his secret guards, the young emperor quickly found Qingyin's room by following the road.

Late at night, Qingyin developed a good habit of sleeping well in the Dark Guard's room because Number Ten, who always stayed with him late at night, had forgotten to be vigilant.

Suppressing his barely concealed excitement, the aloof and dignified Emperor Chongzhao dismissed his guards, had them stand watch outside, and then went inside.

Not only was the person he was thinking about on the comfortable bed, but there was also a dark-skinned rascal next to him.

His Majesty's heart was chilled, and his eyes turned cold in an instant.

It was this cold light that made Number Ten, who was used to rigorous training, react. However, before he could even see the person's face clearly, the cold and ruthless Emperor silenced him by striking his pressure point, knocked him unconscious, and casually tossed him into the arms of the guards outside.

Before the guards standing beside His Majesty could even think, they were pounced on in the face by a figure that was clearly a child. His Majesty wanted to see Young Master Ruyu, so why was he throwing this person out here?

The guard looked up and saw unfamiliar features and a tanned face.

The case is solved; it wasn't the Jade Prince after all.

After throwing away number ten, Emperor Chongzhao returned to Qingyin's room.

The moonlight shining through the window allowed him to see clearly the little dumpling he had been longing for. She had grown quite a bit, but she was still so beautiful, or perhaps even more beautiful now.

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