Then, naturally, Xiao Anman stayed overnight at the Zhong family's house.

The gummy bear with the bow ended up in Zhong Jiayi's hands.

However, he was no longer the bristling little lion, but a cool and aloof little boy.

His aloofness wasn't due to anything else, but rather because he wanted to maintain a facade so that no one would notice.

The entertainment activities are over, and it will be story time in a little while.

As the maid took Xiao Anman to wash up, Zhong Jiarui glanced at his younger brother, who had suddenly turned into a wooden statue.

"What's up?"

This is also a consequence of not communicating enough on a daily basis. Even though Zhong Jiarui clearly meant to be concerned at this moment, his tone didn't necessarily show much warmth.

Zhong Jiayi couldn't read minds, so of course she couldn't see her brother's concern.

"without."

His icy blue eyes were fixed on the ground. He replied with a single word, though it wasn't necessarily any better than Zhong Jiarui's.

After speaking, he immediately pursed his lips tightly.

It seemed as if he was afraid of revealing some flaw that his brother would see.

In Zhong Jiayi's world, there was no lesson in showing weakness in all the education he received.

Even though he is only a four-year-old child, there is no standard of strength for him. However, he prides himself on being a man and doesn't want anyone to see any weakness in him.

She especially didn't want Zhong Jiarui to find out.

So every time there was a thunderstorm, Zhong Jiayi would hide in the closet and wait for the storm to pass.

At this moment, a fierce storm raged outside, and the rain grew heavier and heavier.

Zhong Jiarui looked at the little boy next to his leg again, and seeing that he seemed to be doing nothing wrong, he stopped talking.

It's alright, boys don't really need to communicate too much anyway.

Hmm...

In fact, some communication is still necessary; otherwise, this situation wouldn't have occurred after half an hour.

"fairy tales?"

At the door of Zhong Jiayi's bedroom on the third floor, the short-haired boy, who had been called over by Zhong Jiayi, chewed on these four words that had nothing to do with him and looked at his younger brother.

Zhong Jiayi was holding a blue-wrapped comic book in his hand. Just five minutes ago, he had generously shared his comic book with Xiao Anman...

Who knew that their reading preferences were completely opposite?

Xiao Anman couldn't get into the action-packed manga with all the mecha characters, and Zhong Jiayi didn't have any soft, sweet fairy tale books that Xiao Anman liked.

That's why they went to find Zhong Jiayi.

but……

After receiving a positive reply, the handsome young man with honey-colored skin and a buzz cut visibly lost his composure.

Who would have thought? In his lifetime, Zhong Jiayi would actually be associated with fairy tales.

Sitting on the bed, Xiao Anman was fiddling with the two movable mecha figures that Zhong Jiayi had given her. She looked at Zhong Jiaxin as he spoke.

At that moment, when Zhong Jiarui looked back, their eyes met.

Unaware that Zhong Jiarui was struggling with his identity, Xiao An smiled and waved to her, saying, "Brother, come tell me a story~"

Outside, the rain poured down, creating a stark contrast with the warm and bright atmosphere inside.

Despite being unable to swim, Zhong Jiarui couldn't bear to refuse Xiao Anman and followed his younger brother to the bedside.

He was preparing to begin the first fairy tale of his life.

Tsk, for some reason, Zhong Jiarui suddenly felt that this was even more of a responsibility than his own missions.