"?" Qiao Zhen looked at Chu Zhao, puzzled. "Are you out of your mind?"

Chu Zhao, however, held onto Qiao Zhen tightly, refusing to let go. This familiar feeling pleased him greatly. "No, it's just that I suddenly realized I might like Zhenzhen a little."

Qiao Zhen patiently explained, "Calm down. This isn't romantic love. It's just that when everyone else distrusts you, and I stand before you like a hero, you might develop a tiny bit of dependence that's similar to liking someone. But when you truly fall in love with someone, you'll be able to distinguish between these two feelings in your heart."

Chu Zhao remained silent, simply resting her fluffy, soft head on Qiao Zhen's shoulder.

Qiao Zhen lifted his large head, then successfully saved her own shoulders. She looked at the old woman picking vegetables in the field, "Grandma, do you have a tricycle? Could you give my brother and me a ride down the mountain?"

"What are you babbling about?" The old woman frowned and pointed to her ear, indicating that Qiao Zhen couldn't hear.

Qiao Zhen held her left arm horizontally in front of her, tilted at about a 45-degree angle, with her elbow down. Her right index and middle fingers mimicked a person's leg, moving from the fingertips of her left hand to her left elbow. "Go down the mountain."

The old woman suddenly realized, "Ah, I'm going down the mountain soon, there's a tricycle, please wait for me."

"Okay." Qiao Zhen smiled, having achieved her goal.

Chu Zhao then pulled Qiao Zhen's right hand over and poked his middle finger into the gap between Qiao Zhen's index and middle fingers, all the way down to her skin.

It would be hard for Qiao Zhen not to notice such a blatant hint.