“I definitely bullied you, but don’t worry, because I usually fight back on the spot.”

Nangong Yu frowned as he looked at Song Yuli's thin arms and legs, clearly not believing it.

Song Yuli got anxious: "Don't you believe me? Let me tell you, I was really good at fighting when I was a kid. I beat up almost all the kids in the village who were about my age."

Her family has many children, and although Song Yuli is not the eldest, she still has to protect the group of children who are even younger than her.

For no particular reason, it's just that she's a special presence in the family.

Although his uncle and aunt didn't look down on him, Song Yu still had a knot in his heart.

After hearing Song Yuli's words, Nangong Yu pursed his thin lips, stared straight at her, and remained silent.

Song Yu felt a chill run down his spine under Nangong Yu's gaze.

Before she could say anything, Nangong Yu hugged her tightly.

Song Yuli was taken aback, then looked around to make sure no one saw him.

Then, she heard Nangong Yu's unusually firm voice ring in her ears.

"From now on, I will always protect you."

He really couldn't imagine how Song Yuli had gotten through his childhood.

Her mother was pregnant out of wedlock, and her father was unknown. She must have suffered everyone's contempt from the moment she was born.

The arm around Song Yuli gradually tightened.

The unique scent of Nangong Yu lingered on Song Yuli's nose. For some reason, Song Yuli suddenly felt a pang of sadness, and her eyes instantly reddened.

She buried her face in Nangong Yu's chest and spoke in a muffled voice.

"You said it yourself, and I took it seriously."

Nangong Yu: "Hmm."

Just as the two were reluctant to part, a childish voice suddenly rang out.

"Hey, who are you? Why are you hugging each other?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yuli, without knowing where the strength came from, shoved Nangong Yu away.

Seeing Nangong Yu's displeased expression, she smiled ingratiatingly at him, but before she could coax him, that childish voice rang out again.

"Oh, it's your great-aunt! Great-aunt, are you on vacation?"

Song Yuli: "...Uh."

Seeing Nangong Yu's surprised gaze, Song Yu felt like crying.

Waaah, at eighteen or nineteen years old, being called "Grandma" is so embarrassing.

She took a deep breath and explained to Nangong Yu, "Well, I'm of a higher generation in the village."

Nangong Yu nodded, indicating that he understood.

Song Yuli then looked down at the boy with the buzz cut beside her: "Yeah, I'm on vacation. What about you? Are you out of school yet?"

Upon hearing this, the little boy shifted uncomfortably, then looked at Nangong Yu and asked, "Grandma, who is this? I've never seen her before."

"This is my boyfriend."

Song Yuli answered him, then looked at the little boy seriously: "Don't change the subject, Song Zening, tell me honestly, is it after school now?"

Song Zening twirled his little hands and looked at Song Yuli pitifully: "Grandma."

Song Yuli frowned slightly and scolded, "Don't call me, Song Zening. Tell me honestly, did you skip class again to pick up trash?"

Under Song Yuli's compelling gaze, Song Zening finally nodded with red eyes: "Grandma, please don't tell my grandma, okay? I'll go back to school tomorrow."

Seeing his appearance, Song Yu sighed helplessly and reached out to touch his prickly little head.