Chaochao and Yu Ning hugged and cuddled for five minutes, but she had to climb into bed and leave because she still had a mission to complete.

Yu Ning stared at Chao Xiaolang, who was standing on the carpet refastening her wings, and suddenly fell silent.

...Why do I feel like I've been played by a heartless man?

After tidying up, Chao Xiaolang ran to the bedside and helped Yu Ning straighten the blankets.

"Sister Ningning, go to sleep, go to sleep~"

Chao Xiaolang has one last stop.

Jiang Chi thought Chaochao wouldn't come to his room.

A bedside lamp was left on, and the young man put on an ice silk eye mask to prepare for sleep.

When vision is blocked, a person's hearing is amplified.

The faint rustling of plastic bags and very soft thumping sounds could be heard all around.

It sounded like the footsteps of a cockroach.

The thought immediately struck Jiang Chi as amusing; if only he knew there was no...

bass!

Jiang Chi ripped off his blindfold and quickly sat up.

Then he met Chaochao's gaze, who was secretly eating a white chocolate cookie by the bedside table.

It was a gift from the brand, which he casually placed on the bedside table after returning to his room.

Jiang Chi: "...??"

The young man's hair was disheveled, and he looked bewildered and lost.

"Gurgle."

Chao Chao… oh no, Chao Xiaolang looked at Jiang Chi with an obedient expression, chewed the last bite of the cookie, wiped her mouth with elegance and poise, and then politely threw the cookie bag into the trash can.

She was just about to talk to her brother when she turned around and suddenly saw a huge shadow on the opposite wall.

Chaochao's little face froze—

"Ahhh! There's a ghost! There's a ghost!"

Jiang Chi's scalp tingled when he heard a cockroach squeaking for the first time. "Wait—"

Before he could finish speaking, Chao Xiaolang's wings flapped loudly, and it dashed and scurried under the bed.

In their haste, they climbed over the edge of the bed, and a pair of pigtails popped out from the other side, still shaking.

Jiang Chi, stiff on the bed: "………?"

Why is my first reaction to crawl under the bed? Is there really any explanation for becoming stronger?

Hiding under the bed, Chaochao trembled like a leaf: "Waaaaah, brother, there's a huge ghost!"

Two or three meters tall, with three heads and six arms.

Waaah, she ran into her! The little devil from kindergarten came home with her!

Jiang Chi got out of bed, sighed softly, and pressed the main light switch. The warm light instantly dispelled the darkness: "In some ways, you were right..."

Chaochao: "?"

The young man knelt down and peered under the bed.

The little dumpling tucked her hands into her chest, her round eyes glistening with tears, looking at him pitifully.

Jiang Chi reached out his hand to her: "There was no ghost. What I saw just now was your shadow."

"Really?

"Hmm." Jiang Chi's lazy, peach-blossom eyes curved slightly at the corners, revealing a reassuring smile. His tone carried a hint of teasing, "Aren't you coming out?"

Chaochao stared at the long, beautiful hand in front of her, tilted her head, and suddenly grabbed a strand of her ponytail, solemnly placing it in Jiang Chi's palm, her eyes so sincere as if to say:

Even if I were a tiny cockroach, I'd still follow you.

Jiang Chi stared at the extra thing in his palm, speechless for a moment: "..."

Chaochao crawled out from under the bed, wiping her face haphazardly with her little hands, finally realizing she had made a blunder. After an awkward second, she immediately pretended nothing had happened and pushed her brother back onto the bed.

Apart from her slightly red eyes, there was no trace of her having been frightened and cried.

Jiang Chi was covered with the blanket.

Chaochao turned off the main light in the room, leaned over the headboard and patted the young man's shoulder like she was soothing a baby, sighing in a childish voice, "Brother...you can go back to sleep. There are no ghosts, don't be afraid."

Jiang Chi: "..."

Regardless of who is afraid, first of all, you should speak confidently.

The light was dim, and Jiang Chi closed his eyes. It seemed that Chaochao beside him had left.

He opened his peach blossom eyes silently and turned his head to look.

Before leaving, one of the "little cockroaches" even stole a small bag of cookies from the bedside table.

“…”

The moment the door closed softly, Jiang Chi raised his hand to shield his eyes, his loose hair swaying gently with a muffled laugh.

When Chaochao finished her performance and ran back to the master bedroom, it was almost 10 p.m.

She quickly removed her cockroach cosplay outfit and returned to human form. Then, she rushed into the bathroom, washed up, and then jumped onto the bed.

"Daddy! I'm here!"

His freshly washed face felt as cool as a glutinous rice cake straight from the refrigerator, softly clinging to Huo Qin's forearm.

Huo Qin, who was leaning against the headboard, put down his tablet, reached out to cover her with the blanket, and then picked up a children's book from the side: "What story would you like to hear today?"

"Hmm..." Chaochao thought for a moment, then muttered to herself, "The little monkey driving a ride-hailing car... The little goldfish's adventure... The little snail traveling... The lost little goat... Daddy!"

The little dumpling suddenly looked up at him and asked, "What if Chaochao gets lost one day?"

Huo Qin paused his fingertips on the fairy tale page, turned his head and looked down, his little dumpling's obsidian-like almond eyes shining brightly.

Huo Qin paused for a moment: "...Have you forgotten that you've already gotten lost twice?"

Each time, the Huo family would search with all their might, and incidentally uproot several short-sighted corporate groups.

He said this with a calm expression.

The system knew very well that every time Chaochao got lost, Huoqin was like a calm high-pressure tank that could explode at any moment, no, it should be a nuclear missile, the kind that could destroy the world.

Chaochao retorted softly, "...That's because I was young back then."

At four and a half years old, I hereby resolve to attribute my previous "ignorance" at three and a half years old to "youthful recklessness".

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