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Xiao Wen Ning stared at him for a moment, then suddenly leaned forward, his lips moving rapidly. Han Yao laughed at his expression, "What are you doing?"
Xiao Wen Ning pouted and couldn't even straighten his tongue as he said, "Kiss."
Han Yao saw through his character, so he would not be surprised by anything Young Master Xiao did. He let go of Xiao Wen Ning's face, picked up the chopsticks and continued to scoop up the noodles in the bowl.
Xiao Wen Ning pulled a chair closer to him: "You like to laugh, don't you?"
"good."
"Then why were you so cold and grim the other day?"
Han Yao thought for a moment and replied, "There's no such thing as cold or not, only whether it's cooked or not."
Xiao Wen Ning was quite excited: "So we are considered familiar with each other?"
"Not really, I just think you're quite amusing. Besides, I've already made it clear to you, there's no need to look sullen all day."
Xiao Wen Ning nodded: "But when you asked me before whether I wanted to tease you or pursue you, weren't you afraid that I would say you were being sentimental?"
Han Yao finished his noodles and put the bowl away, then stood up and looked down at him. "You have a mouth, and I can't control what you say, but since you give me this feeling, I have to make it clear with you. Otherwise, the misunderstanding will deepen and become a real self-indulgent act."
Xiao Wen Ning looked up at him, with some indescribable emotions in his eyes, as if he was a little impressed and envious.
A few days later, the injury on his buttocks was almost healed, and Master Xiao was finally able to put on his pants. He walked downstairs on crutches and sat on the carpet. Then he opened the cabinet under the TV and rummaged for a long time before finding some wrinkled white papers. He stared at the papers for a while, gestured a few times, and began to fold the papers step by step.
Han Yao leaned against the corner of the stairs and watched him. Xiao Wen Ning was unusually quiet and didn't speak to him. He was a little curious about what Xiao Wen Ning was doing with his head down and a serious look on his face. He walked over to Xiao Wen Ning, lowered his head to study the strange thing in his hand for a while, and asked, "Rat?"
The smile on Xiao Wen Ning's face instantly disappeared. He looked up, holding up the thing he had folded, and asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"
"Isn't it?"
"What's that look?"
"no?"
"Of course not!"
"What is that?"
Xiao Wen Ning was heartbroken: "It's a rabbit!"
Han Yao had an expression of sudden enlightenment and sat on the ground with him: "I didn't expect you to be able to do such meticulous work."
Xiao Wen Ning was pleased with himself, "There are so many things you can't imagine." He took out a pen and drew a red eye on the strange-looking rabbit. "How about it? Cute?"
Han Yao didn't have the heart to criticize him: "Very good."
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After folding it, Xiao Wen Ning was quite satisfied. He raised his hand and placed it on Han Yao's chest and asked, "Can you tell what this is?"
Han Yao nodded.
"This one is simple, so I folded it the best. Please keep it well. I won't... I won't fold such a clean heart with white paper again."
Han Yao took the heart in his hand and asked, "Why won't it break?"
Xiao Wen Ning grinned and bumped Han Yao's head twice: "Are you stupid? Hearts are either red or black, there's no white one."
Han Yao put the heart in his pocket. Before he could say anything, he felt Xiao Wen Ning bump into him a few more times. Then, looking into his eyes, he smiled and asked, "Do you suddenly feel like you've fallen in love with me?"
Han Yao answered neatly: "No."
Xiao Wen Ning looked disappointed. "You're so cold and heartless, aren't you? Considering my miserable childhood and the handmade token of love I gave you, shouldn't you show some affection and fall for me a little?"
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