"Hello, Dr. Cheng." Si Jiu greeted Cheng Yiming with a normal expression.
Cheng Yiming felt awkward and gave an awkward smile, "Hello, hello."
"Come in and sit down. You don't need to change your shoes."
Xie Yu walked in holding Sijiu, and Cheng Yiming followed behind him.
Mantou trotted over with his tongue hanging out, stopped suddenly in front of Xie Yu, and then sniffed his trouser leg with a little fear and curiosity.
Xie Yu glanced at it, gently pushed it aside with his foot, and walked to the sofa with Si Jiu in his arms and put her down.
"Your Highness has delicate skin. You can't walk around without shoes." As he spoke, he picked up the slippers that Cheese had thrown beside the sofa, knelt on one knee in front of her, took off his gloves, held her ankle, and solemnly put the slippers on her.
Cheng Yiming: “…”
Sijiu still had one foot on his knee, and he tilted his head to look at him with his chin propped up. "Charles?"
Xie Yu looked up at her, his eyes sparkling, "Your Highness."
Cheng Yiming: "...ahem, um, Xiao Xu, right?
Sorry, let me introduce myself formally. I am Xie Yu’s uncle, my name is Cheng Yiming.
I hope you don't mind my intrusive visit."
Si Jiu looked at Cheng Yiming and said, "My uncle is too polite. We are all family. There is no need to talk about being impolite or not."
As she spoke, she reached out and rubbed Xie Yu's head. "Go wash your hands, and then bring something to drink for my uncle. It's in the refrigerator over there."
Xie Yu rubbed Si Jiu's palm affectionately, then nodded, stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
Cheng Yiming: “…”
"Did my uncle accompany Ah Yu to see Dr. Wen today? What did Dr. Wen say?"
Cheng Yiming was surprised, "You knew? He even told you this?"
I know much more than you know.
For example, you don’t know that the nephew in front of you is no longer the nephew you thought he was.
"Well, maybe...something unexpected happened."
"Ah..." Cheng Yiming saw her blushing face and suddenly realized. "Is it that thing?
...Xiao Yu is actually not a casual person. I'm worried that you might misunderstand him.
That's great though, thank you for understanding him.
Thank you for not blaming him for the offense he once took against you."
As they were talking, Xie Yu came back. He placed the juice in front of Cheng Yiming, then stood next to Si Jiu with his hands hanging down in a standard posture.
Like a responsible guard.
Cheng Yiming: “?”
But... when will this role-playing game end?
As a bystander, he felt ashamed.
Cheng Yiming sat for a while before leaving. This atmosphere was really giving him a bit of indigestion.
The sight of his nephew, who was usually a bit aloof from others, being so clingy to Sijiu was too irritating to his stomach and he couldn't handle it.
Cheng Yiming left, and the living room fell into a brief silence.
"Charles" looked at Si Jiu intently and passionately, but because of her cold expression, he restrained himself from approaching her.
After a long time, she finally waved to him.
"Charles", who had obtained permission, had his eyes lit up, and immediately sat down next to Sijiu and held her hand.
"Your Highness, Your Highness..."
He kept kissing the back of her hand, the palm, and her fingers, looking at her without blinking.
Looking into her eyes made him feel heartbroken, and a pair of equally beautiful but empty eyes without any life always appeared in his mind.
Now those eyes lit up again.
The joy of regaining what he had lost almost brought him to tears.
Sijiu sighed and pinched his chin to stop his movements.
"Charles, where's Yu?"
"What's going on between you and Xiu?"
Her expression was almost cold.
Charles' breath hitched, a look of hurt on his face.
"Your Highness... don't you want to see me?"
Your Highness, do you prefer Xiu or that man named Xie Yu to me?
Why is it always like this!
Although he seemed to have forgotten too many past memories, he seemed no stranger to this heart-wrenching and sad feeling.
It was like a long time ago, Her Highness was like this. Compared to him, she always gave her attention to others, even more.
"Can't you just look at me?"
He grabbed Sijiu's hand, leaned towards her, and placed one hand on the back of the sofa, trapping her between him and the sofa.
"Just look at me, okay?"
There was a strange light in his eyes, with a hint of blue flashing occasionally, and his expression was dangerous as if he was about to lose control.
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