Worried that Xiao Wujie would get bored staying in the room all the time, Chu Liyue changed into a comfortable and light purple dress and carried Xiao Wujie to the flower room.
Compared to animals, Xiao Wujie prefers flowers and plants.
When the weather is clear and sunny, it's better to go to the garden. Taking into account the recent rainy or cold weather, Chu Liyue specially had a greenhouse built for him to enjoy.
The flowers in the greenhouse are blooming profusely, among which the most eye-catching are the enchanting everlasting flowers.
Xiao Wujie and Chu Liyue both liked this flower very much.
It is also called "the flower that never fades," symbolizing a lifelong, unchanging love.
Inside the greenhouse, the temperature was comfortable and the lighting was warm and yellow. Xiao Wujie had a thin blanket covering his legs and was nestled in a comfortable rocking sofa.
His gaze was both intense and tender, filled with adoration as he watched Chu Liyue watering the flowers.
She walked barefoot on the floor, her slender figure draped in a stunning purple slit dress. Her long hair was casually tied up with a shark clip, with a strand falling across her forehead, inadvertently revealing a languid and alluring charm.
Amidst the misty haze, her beauty seemed otherworldly.
His sister is really beautiful.
She was already stunningly beautiful, and during the two years he was asleep, she seemed to have completely shed her naivety, like a flower that had fully bloomed after being baptized by wind and rain, reaching an extreme level of beauty.
He woke up in the prime of her life, but missed the process of her shedding her immaturity and blossoming perfectly.
How many more two-year periods can he afford to miss...?
Although Chu Liyue was watering the flowers, her attention never left him for a moment.
His expression didn't change, but she could clearly sense that he was unhappy.
She quickly put down the kettle in her hand, gracefully turned to lie on the rocking chair on the sofa, and pulled him into her arms.
"Sweetie, what's wrong?"
Xiao Wujie wrapped his arms around her neck, his delicate nose gently brushing against her snow-white chest, and murmured in a low, husky voice:
"The flowers are similar year after year, but the people are different year after year."
"Well... I just feel like my sister is getting more and more beautiful, and I'm getting a little sentimental."
Upon hearing this, a complex emotion welled up in Chu Liyue's eyes.
The two years she missed were Xiao Wujie's regret, and even more so, a lifelong pain for her.
If it has no meaning anymore, she can only cherish it even more.
She reached out and cupped Xiao Wujie's face, kissing him gently and carefully: "Be good, trust your sister, I will never let you get lost again."
"Stay obediently by your sister's side..."
I would offer you the whole world.
After a long while, Xiao Wujie, flushed and panting, buried his face in Chu Liyue's neck. Chu Liyue gently patted his back to comfort him. Just as he caught his breath, she suddenly asked:
"Sweetie, what's your impression of Xiao Qianshan?"
Xiao Wujie was taken aback: "Sister, why are you suddenly asking this?"
Chu Liyue never cared about outsiders, and this was the first time he had heard her ask about his impressions of a stranger he had only met twice.
Chu Liyue gently pinched the soft flesh on the back of his neck with her fingertips and chuckled softly:
“If you feel good about him, I’ll consider ‘cooperating’ with him, and it would also be a good opportunity to take you out for a walk to clear your head.”
Xiao Wujie's gaze flickered slightly. He wrapped his arms tightly around Chu Liyue's waist, pressing himself close to her chest. He remained silent for nearly a minute before slowly speaking:
"elder sister."
"I have a bit of a... weird feeling about him."
Chu Liyue gently stroked his back with her palm, raising an eyebrow slightly: "Why do you say that?"
A thoughtful look appeared in Xiao Wujie's eyes as he truthfully replied:
"I can't quite explain it. We've only met twice, but I always feel like he doesn't have any ill intentions towards me."
"It feels like... pretty good."
He has an exceptional ability to understand people's hearts; at least, no other stranger has ever given him that feeling.
It was as if some inexplicable connection was drawing them together.
Chu Liyue's eyes flickered slightly, and she said, seemingly unintentionally, "You and he share the same surname, Xiao, so you're from the same family. He might even be somewhat close to you."
"Huh?" Xiao Wujie was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously shook his head. "This... is impossible."
Chu Liyue gently stroked his sexy Adam's apple and collarbone with her fingertips, and whispered, "Sweetie, don't you like having family?"
Xiao Wujie was slightly taken aback, but only for a second. He suddenly looked up at her, his eyes instantly reddening, and he murmured in a thick voice:
"You don't want me anymore..."
Chu Liyue was caught off guard by his actions and almost didn't react. She quickly touched the corner of his eye, which had turned red in an instant.
How could that be?
What are you thinking about?
Seeing his bloodshot eyes, as if she were about to throw him away, Chu Liyue felt both heartache and amusement. She lowered her head and gently kissed the corner of his eye, speaking softly in a conciliatory tone:
"Baby, you can't wrong your sister like that, can you?"
"When did your sister say she was going to abandon you?"
Xiao Wujie, his eyes still red, said in a trembling voice, "My sister lied to me."
“I have no relatives, and my sister still asked me. It’s obvious she’s had enough fun and wants to abandon me.”
"I plan to find a reason, or just anyone, so I can get rid of me openly and legitimately."
For a moment, Chu Liyue felt like an animal listening to his words.
The next second, she grabbed his waist, made him press down on her, raised her hand to hold his head, and fiercely kissed his dry, thin lips.
Xiao Wujie's brows furrowed instantly in pain, and he let out a muffled groan.
Only when the faint taste of blood seeped between his lips and teeth did Chu Liyue let him go.
Tears streamed down Xiao Wujie's face, his pale lips stained with a strange, crimson hue. His chin was gently pinched and forced up by Chu Liyue, meeting her cold gaze. He stammered, "..."
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