Chapter 29 I fell asleep smoothly tonight.
The dark green cover of the sketchbook looked brand new and spotless.
Cong Chun took his sketchbook from Duan Mingxiao's hand, and then his gaze slowly fell on Duan Mingxiao's face.
His once sharp and refined face now looked somewhat disheveled. The young master's hair was messy and fell across his forehead, and his brow bone gleamed coldly under the incandescent light.
Even the corners of his lips were chapped.
However, Duan Mingxiao's dark, narrow eyes were bright, and his gaze toward Cong Chun revealed a hint of expectation.
Like a lion cub that has just won a battle, he presents the spoils of his victory to his beloved master.
Cong Chun pursed her lips, already having some guesses in her heart.
Duan Mingxiao, who was standing to the side, frowned when he saw Cong Chun's reaction.
Why does Chun Chun look... not very happy? Could it be that she's gone crazy with joy?
Shouldn't they show a look of surprise and praise me as the best in the world?
Cong Chun's feelings were somewhat complicated; he couldn't quite put his finger on what he was feeling.
The thought that Duan Mingxiao might have been injured while helping him find his sketchbook suddenly made the sketchbook in his hand feel heavy.
"Young Master, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
Cong Chun opened his lips, but he seemed to have nothing to thank Duan Mingxiao for, except for pale and barren words of gratitude.
He felt ashamed after saying those words.
For the first time, someone was hurt because of him.
Duan Mingxiao noticed that Cong Chun was acting strangely, and the boy immediately stopped smiling, his tone becoming cold.
"What are you sorry for?"
What are you doing to me?
Cong Chun gripped the sketchbook tightly, silently lowered his head, and his hair fell across his forehead, obscuring the strange emotions in the boy's eyes.
"I... have caused trouble for you, young master."
The next second, Cong Chun heard a sneer coming from above.
"This young master is least afraid of trouble in this life."
"Even if you're a burden, you're destined to stay on my back!"
A slightly cool palm pinched Cong Chun's chin, forcing the boy to look up.
The young master looked arrogant and smugly raised the corners of his lips.
[That was such a cool line from me, don't fall for me, you silly girl.]
Cong Chun's initial slight emotional response vanished, leaving him feeling speechless.
He easily broke free from Duan Mingxiao's grasp. The next second, Cong Chun sat on the edge of the bed with his back to Duan Mingxiao, rubbing his slightly reddened chin.
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun opened his dark green sketchbook, preparing to draw something to calm his mind.
The young master is such a big crab; he pinches him all the time, either his arm or his chin.
I don't want to talk to him.
However, the next second, a shameless young master leaned over, and Duan Mingxiao's hot chest pressed against Cong Chun's back.
Through the thin fabric, one could almost feel the slightly protruding spine on Cong Chun's slender back, and the warmth of each other's bodies.
Cong Chun's hand, which was holding the pencil, paused for a moment, and the boy's breathing became lighter.
The young master would suddenly get very close to him...
A deep male voice came from behind, carrying the pleasant yet cool scent of his perfume.
How do I draw this silly dog?
[I, a handsome young master, am right next to you, yet you draw an ugly dog.]
What a waste!
Cong Chun looked up at Duan Mingxiao beside him and retorted helplessly.
"It's Mengmeng."
Duan Mingxiao clicked his tongue in displeasure right next to Cong Chun's ear.
【Cute? This young master is still handsome.】
[This young master, such a rare resource, is always hanging around in front of you. Instead of drawing me, draw this stupid dog.]
At this moment, Duan Mingxiao completely forgot his original intention in raising "Mengmeng".
Because Cong Chun drew the Rottweiler "Mengmeng" instead of him, Duan Mingxiao became the biggest "hater" of Rottweilers.
"Mengmeng," the Rottweiler, was fished out of a pond by Duan Mingxiao during a spring outing organized by his junior high school.
The young master, who was still a junior high school student at the time, was incredibly daring. He would jump around, climb trees, and jump into rivers without any problem.
By the time he was in junior high school, Duan Mingxiao was already nearly 1.8 meters tall.
He jumped into the pond, scooped the puppy out, and held it in his arms.
The water in the pond was only up to his knees, but the teacher in charge was still quite frightened by his actions.
Later, the young master, who was in middle school, looked up and saw that the sun wasn't out and the weather was overcast.
I thought to myself that although this dog that had fallen into the water was ugly and a black blob, it was still a dog.
However, I bestow upon you my best wishes, and I will call you Mengmeng. I hope you will grow up to be quite beautiful.
However, even after growing up, "Mengmeng" was still considered ugly by the young master.
A moment later, Duan Mingxiao saw the contents of the drawing clearly, and a hint of surprise flashed in the boy's eyes.
The Rottweiler in the picture is lying on the grass with its eyes closed, taking a nap. The painting is vivid and natural with just a few strokes.
"You chose art as your major in college?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Mingxiao felt something was amiss.
"architecture."
Cong Chun continued writing, replying to the large "curious baby" behind him.
"Why did you choose architecture?"
It's no wonder the young master asked that question. Architecture is a major that requires a lot of connections after graduation, and those without a family fortune can't afford to go through all that trouble.
Cong Chun's eyes flickered slightly, and her tone revealed a hint of longing.
"Because I want to be an architect and design a house for my grandmother."
"Our grandma would be so touched if she knew."
[I didn't expect Chun Chun's wish to be so simple.]
Thinking this, Duan Mingxiao swallowed back what he was about to say.
Cong Chun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes.
Our grandma? Grandma belongs to him alone, and even the eldest son is not allowed to take away his grandma.
“She’s my grandmother, not the young master’s.”
Duan Mingxiao noticed Cong Chun's reaction and found it quite amusing, so he pursed his lips.
"Tch, stingy."
The next second, the boy sitting on the edge of the bed suddenly remembered something.
"Oh, right, young master, I have something for you."
Cong Chun, slipping on her slippers, ran to the wardrobe and took out a large, opened bag of candy from the top.
Duan Mingxiao saw Cong Chun holding a large bag of green candies, which he handed to him with both hands.
"This is for the young master."
"Why should I give it to you?"
"Yes, thank you."
"Thank me for what?"
"Take care of me when I have a fever."
"Hmm, anything else?"
Duan Mingxiao, holding the item, deliberately asked a question.
Cong Chun racked his brains.
"I can't think of anything."
Duan Mingxiao responded, tore open the wrapper of a single candy, and popped a green apple-flavored candy into his mouth.
He thought all the flavors of that brand of soda were pretty much the same; the green apple flavor was just a recent new product, and Chun Chun probably thought he liked the "green apple flavor."
However, at this moment, it seems that Duan Mingxiao's preference for certain flavors has begun to emerge.
For some reason, the young master suddenly lost his mind.
He brought his entire face close to Cong Chun's.
Am I cute?
Immediately afterwards, Cong Chun shook his head firmly.
Duan Mingxiao broke down. Could it be that he's not even as good as that stupid dog?
The young master winked at Cong Chun again, accidentally tugging at the wound on the corner of his mouth.
"And now?"
Cong Chun sat on the bed and shook his head again. To be honest, he was a bit ugly.
The young master seems to have lost his mind.
[Tch, I've been acting all cute and I haven't received a single compliment. So embarrassing.]
[I only draw that stupid dog, ughhhhh!]
[I'm angry, I've decided I don't want to see Chun Chun for a while.]
The young master turned and walked away in a huff, but the next second, a pulling force came from behind, and slender fingers gently tugged at Duan Mingxiao's sleeve.
Cong Chun's eyes sparkled slightly, and she blinked.
Good night, young master.
Duan Mingxiao's breathing became slightly labored, and his well-defined fingers gripped the bag of candy tightly.
At this moment, the young master couldn't tell whether the green apple-flavored candy was sweeter or the boy in front of him was sweeter.
Cong Chun smiled faintly, her eyes involuntarily curving downwards as she looked at Duan Mingxiao in front of her.
Young master, I hope you can sleep well tonight…
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