"But your sister seems to like her very much."
Chen Xiaoru blinked her big watery eyes, her voice soft and sticky, as if she was acting coquettishly, but also with a bit of tentativeness. She carefully observed Song Zhe's expression, afraid that she would say something wrong and annoy him.
"Husband, I see that my sister has a very good relationship with Miss Cheng. I always hear her talking about her, just like two sisters who have been separated for many years." Chen Xiaoru continued to test.
Song Zhe frowned, his face almost drooping to the ground. He put down the teacup in his hand, and said with a bit of helplessness: "Xiao Ru, can we not mention her? I have a headache!"
"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you, husband. Don't mention it." Seeing this, Chen Xiaoru immediately gave in. Like a docile kitten, she nodded obediently and snuggled into his arms. Her small hands tightly hugged his arms, rocking them gently, as if she was acting coquettishly.
"Xiaoru, come on, let's continue practicing calligraphy!" Song Zhe said, pulling Chen Xiaoru's hand and heading towards the study.
When Chen Xiaoru heard the word "practice calligraphy", her scalp went numb. She sat down on the stool and hugged Song Zhe's arm and shook it:
"Oh, my husband, my arms are sore, and I'm hungry! How about we eat first and then practice afterward?"
She blinked her big eyes and acted coquettishly.
Song Zhe couldn't help laughing at her cute and naive appearance, and a deep laugh overflowed from his chest. He raised his hand, gently touched the tip of Chen Xiaoru's nose with his slender fingers, and scratched it lovingly. His tone was a bit helpless, but also full of indulgence:
"You, there's really nothing I can do about you! Little greedy cat! Let's go, let's go cook first. After we're full, I'll deal with you, this lazy little fox!"
As he spoke, he stood up, took Chen Xiaoru's soft little hand with his big, broad hand, and led her to the kitchen.
"My husband, I'm not a little fox."
Chen Xiaoru was led by him, following him briskly, but she was muttering unconvincedly. She tilted her head slightly, her big watery eyes blinking with a sly glint, "I'm a little fairy!"
"Yes, yes, yes." Song Zhe turned his head and looked at her cute appearance. The smile in his eyes became deeper and his voice became more gentle. "You are my little fairy."
"Hmph, that's more like it." Chen Xiaoru clasped her hands across her chest, raised her chin slightly, curled the corners of her mouth, and snorted softly. She glanced at Song Zhe with a bit of pride.
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