Yu Jiao's heart skipped a beat and she felt like she was about to explode. Her hands and feet became stiff and she felt a little overwhelmed.
There is a rustling sound of rain outside the car, and the spring scenery inside the car is alluring.
Yu Jiao's face was as red as a rosy cloud, and her almond-shaped eyes were shy. Yu Qizhe felt a little heart-beating as he looked at her.
The light lake blue dress highlighted her slender figure. She sat petitely beside him, her waist was so thin that it could not be bent, and her soft white neck was somewhat dazzling.
He leaned close to Yu Jiao's fair little face. The distance between them was less than two fingers, and their breaths intertwined.
The tip of their noses seemed to be touching each other's. Yu Jiao closed her eyes in panic and begged for mercy, "Brother, sting brother..."
Yu Jiao didn't know how sweet her voice was at the moment, the ending tone was unconsciously coquettish.
Yu Qizhe's pupils suddenly became dark and deep, his peach blossom eyes staring dangerously at her pink lips. He was really afraid that he couldn't control himself and would do something abrupt.
Pinching Yu Jiao's smooth and tender cheeks, Yu Qizhe restrained himself and pulled back a little, breathing a little more anxiously, kneading the soft flesh on the back of her hand, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and his voice was a little low and hoarse, "Call a few more times."
“Brother…brother…”
Yu Jiao was so docile and obedient that Yu Qizhe wanted to crush her in his chest.
But he didn't dare to do anything too abrupt or bold for fear of scaring her.
And...she hasn't reached marriage age yet.
He wanted to take it step by step, like boiling a frog in warm water, so that Yu Jiao's body and mind would belong completely to him alone.
If she knew that I was so scheming, she would probably be very scared. Yu Qizhe closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Yu Jiao dared to open her eyes only after she could no longer sense Yu Qizhe's breath. Then she felt embarrassed. Her subconscious action of closing her eyes just now was like asking for a kiss...
Also, she was such a loser. How could she actually call him 'brother'? It was so shameful!
It is obvious that Yu Qizhe is a younger brother than her.
Yu Jiao seemed to understand what the little wolfdog that everyone often talked about in her previous life looked like. Although the little wolfdog was young, he was very aggressive like a man, and was just as blushing and heart-pounding, and his body was delicate and soft.
After wailing in her heart for a while, Yu Jiao did not dare to look up at Yu Qizhe. Her face was very dry. She lowered her eyes and reached out to open the curtains of the carriage. A cool breeze mixed with drizzle blew in, and the heat on her face subsided a little.
However, the cold wind only blew for a while, and then Yu Qizhe lowered the curtain.
"Be careful not to catch a cold." He said aloud.
"Oh." Yu Jiao responded obediently. Fortunately, the car had already entered Mengjia Village, avoiding Yu Jiao from feeling embarrassed any further.
The driver asked outside, "Miss Yu, which family are we going to?"
Yu Jiao showed the way to the coachman, and the carriage stopped outside the dilapidated courtyard of Liu Sanniang's house.
Yu Qizhe got off the carriage first with an umbrella, then reached out his hand to Yu Jiao, helped her out of the carriage, and held the green oil-paper umbrella over Yu Jiao's head.
It was raining and everyone in the village kept their doors closed, and Liu Sanniang's family was no exception.
The two men went forward and knocked on the door.
After a long time, someone came to open the door.
The person who opened the door was not Liu Sanniang, but Fei Ge'er.
When he opened the door and saw Yu Jiao, Fei Ge'er's eyes turned red and he threw himself into her arms.
"Sister, mother is sick." Fei Ge'er said in a crying voice.
Yu Jiao patted his back. Seeing that his little face was full of fear and worry, she softened her voice and said, "It's okay. Sister is here. With Sister here, Mom will be fine."
They were an orphan and a widow who depended on each other for survival. There was no man to support the family. When Liu Sanniang, the only adult, fell ill, Fei Ge'er, a child of seven or eight years old, was probably at a loss and felt like the sky had fallen.
Yu Jiao couldn't help feeling a little distressed, so she held Fei Ge'er's hand and walked towards the yard.
Yu Qizhe followed behind, holding an umbrella for the two of them as they entered the main room.
There was a cough from the inner room, and Liu Sanniang's hoarse voice came from inside, with a hint of vigilance, "Fei Ge'er, who is here? Didn't mother tell you not to open the door to anyone casually?"
Yu Jiao stepped into the inner room, "Mom, it's me."
Liu Sanniang's sallow face was abnormally red, and her lips were dry and pale. Seeing that it was Yu Jiao, she breathed a sigh of relief, lay back on the bed, covered her mouth with her hands and coughed twice, and said angrily, "If you don't deny me as your mother, why did you come back?"
Yu Jiao ignored her words. She came here because she was worried about Liu Sanniang and her son. After all, they were her biological parents who raised her. And Fei Ge'er had such a deep affection for her as his sister.
Yu Jiao stepped forward and touched Liu Sanniang's forehead. "You have a fever. How long have you had it? Why don't you ask a doctor to take a look?"
Sick people are always particularly fragile. After all, she was the daughter she had raised for so many years. Liu Sanniang's tone softened a lot. "It's nothing. She just caught a cold. She will be fine after a few sleeps."
Yu Jiao grabbed her wrist and felt her pulse.
Fei Ge'er whispered, "My mother didn't let me go get a doctor..."
"Why don't you call a doctor? We don't have enough money at home?" Yu Jiao took the pulse and took it back. She was angry that Liu Sanniang didn't take care of herself. Her tone was inevitably a bit reproachful. "Fever and coughing for a long time will cause tuberculosis. If you are sick, what will happen to Fei Ge'er, a child?"
These words made Liu Sanniang's eyes turn red and wet.
"Sister, mother was reluctant to spend money on medical treatment, so she saved the money you gave her, saying that she wanted to leave it for my studies." Fei Ge'er choked with sobs and cried, his face full of self-blame.
At such a young age, due to the death of his father and the difficult life of his mother, he has already matured and experienced the ups and downs that are not suitable for his age.
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