Tang Yaoyao looked up at him. His handsome face with its distinct features and his eyes bore a striking resemblance to hers.
"Miss Tang?"
He gently pushed up his glasses with his slender hand, his voice cool and mellow with a hint of detachment, as if he was somewhat displeased.
Tang Yaoyao then realized she had been lost in thought, looked away, and smiled, her allure tinged with a strange frivolity.
Yet it possesses an irresistible charm.
Tang Yaoyao smiled and said, "Brother Chen, do you still remember that baby girl in the floral dress?"
Fu Xiuchen frowned. Her voice seemed to have some kind of magic, taking him back to the past.
More than twenty years ago...
In the hospital, his mother gave birth to a younger sister, and he was very happy. This was the only sister among all his brothers.
His mother went for a checkup and asked him to look after his younger sister...
Before he could even kiss her chubby cheeks, she disappeared in the time it took to go to the bathroom.
He still remembers her; she was wearing a pink floral dress, and her beautiful eyes seemed to speak volumes.
At that time, she had just been born and had only been in the world for one day.
Therefore, guilt and self-blame were like a brand, becoming a permanent pain in his heart.
Tang Yaoyao's voice continued, slowly changing from flippant to gentle: "She has a pair of very beautiful eyes, and her floral dress was the most popular style that year."
As she spoke, her eyes gradually reddened, and such emotions surged in her heart.
She didn't speak, but her gaze never left his face, remaining deeply imprinted in her eyes.
A hint of emotion finally appeared on Fu Xiuchen's tense face—excitement. Even with his gentle, calm nature, he couldn't control himself at this moment.
"How...how did you know?"
His voice trembled slightly, his handsome eyes reddened, and his hands clenched into fists with such force that his fingernails turned white.
Tang Yaoyao's nose tingled, but she held back her tears, and smiled, like a black rose blooming in the night: "Brother..."
Finally, she made a sound!
I had called out "brother" countless times in my heart, and only now did I feel relaxed.
It turns out that she had been lonely for so long because she longed for family.
Fu Xiuchen was startled, moved slightly, looked at her, feeling both strange and familiar. His sexy Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he couldn't say a word.
Tang Yaoyao wasn't uncomfortable at all. She took a step forward and threw herself into his arms.
My brother's embrace is so warm.
Fu Xiuchen was unsure of all this. He frowned slightly and subconsciously wanted to push her away.
But seemingly infected by her gentle emotions, he couldn't actually push her away no matter what he did with his raised hand.
The scent of bamboo on his body filled Tang Yaoyao's nostrils, refreshing and gentle, making her feel at ease and comfortable.
Looking up, I saw his thin, strong lips; my brother was so handsome.
Tang Yaoyao couldn't help but hug him tightly, her smile suddenly turning playful as she curved her lips and said, "Big brother, I am your long-lost little sister."
Even at the end of the dark corridor, the eyes in the glasses could be seen shimmering with countless lights.
She raised an eyebrow again, speaking very seriously: "How about we become relatives?"
Fu Xiuchen's lips moved slightly, his breathing becoming more rapid: "Little sister..."
“Yes.” Tang Yaoyao nodded, boldly hooking her arm around his neck to look him in the eye at close range: “The supreme version of Louis XIII, I’ll only treat you, Big Brother.”
Fu Xiuchen stared at her playful yet alluring appearance, somewhat lost in thought.
Just then, a casual footstep came from behind Tang Yaoyao.
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