Shen Jiaojiao leaned lazily against him, recalling the events of the day: "I ate this morning..."
One was talking and the other was listening, and before they knew it, they had arrived at his private courtyard.
Chu Tianling carried Jiaojiao down from the carriage. He didn't want to leave her for even a second. He had missed too much today, and he wanted to make up for it all.
After Zhou Tianqi and the other two walked away, they went to the courtyard housekeeper to arrange dinner, and also to make arrangements for the brothers behind them.
The main reason is that he eats a lot, so he must personally go to the kitchen and make sure they cook more food, because he's so hungry.
Having spent a lot of time with him, Chunhua and Chuncao had come to understand his temper. They chuckled behind his back and secretly muttered, "Good-for-nothing!"
He strode into the room. He rarely came here, but the housekeeper always kept it clean.
He found a stool, sat down, and held her in his arms, gazing at her intently. "Jiaojiao, I think I've fallen ill, an illness that makes me unable to live without you. I think of you every minute and every second you're not around."
There's still so much he hasn't said. Everyone he sees seems to have become Jiaojiao. It's really tough.
The moment I saw Jiaojiao, my body felt like it wasn't my own; I couldn't help but want to stick close to her.
It's probably sick.
Shen Jiaojiao hugged him, rested her head in his chest, and laughed silently.
Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside. Listening carefully, it sounded like someone was chasing someone.
"Stop! You brat!" came a low, menacing voice.
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