As expected, Yan Mingxue knew that her rude elder brother was far less gentle than her beautiful sister. With one comb, he almost pulled her bald.
"Brother, be gentle, it hurts!" Yan Mingxue pouted with tears in her eyes, and her little hands on her knees clenched into fists in pain.
"Okay, I'll be gentler." Yan Mingli was stared at by the little girl and accused by his sister, and he became even more flustered.
It feels like my hands are not hands, my feet are not feet, nothing is right.
His hair was also naughty and refused to go against him, refusing to let him hold it tightly, and kept slipping out of his hands.
My sister's hair wasn't as hard to comb as it is today before! What's wrong with me?
Was he startled by the little girl's words "I am yours"? Thinking of this, his hand trembled, and the hair slipped out of his hand again without any regrets.
Failed again? Mo Yutong was shocked! He had seen his fingers were quite nimble when weaving straw sandals, so how could it be so difficult to braid a hair?
Mo Yutong felt the excruciating pain for Yan Mingxue's scalp and could not bear it any longer, so he used his hands to hold Yan Mingxue's hair tightly.
She... held the back of his hand, and her fingers became stiff in an instant, and in an instant it was as if her entire left hand was no longer her own.
"Then divide your hair into strands like this." Seeing that his fingers were not active at all, Mo Yutong couldn't help but cover the back of his hand with her right hand.
The soft little hands covered the rough big hands, and kept intertwining between the fingers. The hair was like the red thread in the hands of the matchmaker, easily tying them together.
The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his eyes, as dark as the sea, stared closely at the hands that gently covered him. The white and smooth hands were the most unreal fireworks in the world.
It shines brightly for a moment and then disappears in the next.
Gradually, Mo Yutong also noticed the different atmosphere in the air, and her crossed fingers slowly stopped on the half-braided braid.
She turned her head and stared at the boy who was standing right next to her, and the boy was also looking at her intently.
My eyes suddenly intertwined, as if being burned by fire, or roasted by charcoal, as if I was in the Flaming Mountains of Turpan, or as if I came to the hot Yangtze River.
The little girl blushed in embarrassment at the boy's deep eyes, but she couldn't bear to look away and still stared at him foolishly.
The young man's pupils trembled slightly, like lightning and thunder across the mountains and seas, tearing apart the fate that had been waited for a thousand years in a distant place.
Yan Mingcheng, who was standing aside, looked at his elder brother, then at his elder sister, and suddenly raised his finger slightly, making a gesture to silence his younger sister.
Yan Mingxue opened her eyes and wanted to nod, but suddenly realized that her hair was still in her eldest brother's hand. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand and blinked hard.
The air was so quiet that Mo Yutong couldn't help licking her dry lips.
The beautiful lips suddenly became moist and bright. Yan Mingli's throat rolled, and the slight swallowing sound inevitably reached the little girl's ears.
Did her boy want to kiss her? If he did, she would definitely not refuse, but it wouldn't be nice to do it in front of a child.
"I..." They both started to speak, then fell silent at the same time. Then they said together, "You..."
It was so embarrassing, but inexplicably, he felt a little excited. This emotion made Yan Mingli even more embarrassed. He said with burning ears: "How about you let go first."
"If you let go now, your hair will be messy again." Mo Yutong didn't want to let go of his hand. She wanted to stick close to him and feel the warmth of the back of his hand.
"Then..." He was now extremely stiff. In this situation, he didn't think he could learn anything.
"That's it, finish it!" Mo Yutong interrupted him and tried to calm herself down, but unfortunately it didn't go as planned.
The overwhelming youthful aura about him is the nicotine in cigarettes that paralyzes the central nervous system, making people feel gentle, happy and excited.
She couldn't help but gently cover his hand, gently and carefully wrapping her fingers around his bony ones.
Can this be finished? The violent heartbeat had already disturbed the boy's mind. He couldn't tell which was his hand and which was the little girl's hand. All he could see was the entanglement of white and black.
Surely? The little girl was lost in his slender fingers, her eyes blurred as she slowly performed mechanical movements.
Time has no end, but braiding always has an end. When the braid is finished, the girl will have no reason to keep him.
The boy slowly pulled out his hand, curled up and placed it on his knees, lowered his brows and stared at the back of his hand, where he felt the girl's soft touch.
The little girl looked at the boy's fluttering eyelashes and wanted to reach out and touch them, but unfortunately she had work to do and couldn't let the boy bully her.
Folding the braid in half and turning it upside down as before, Mo Yutong took out two small pearl butterfly hairpins from her shoulder bag and pinned one on each side.
"Mo Zhiqing, this is too expensive." Yan Mingli hastily refused, but the little girl didn't listen to him. She turned around and looked at him and said, "This is an apology."
After saying this, her eyes slid down to the back of his hand, and instantly, a heat began to surge within her. He retracted his fingers, his face flushed, and he whispered, "Wrong logic."
"I'm just crooked, so just decide whether to pay attention to me or not!" The little girl glared at him with coquettish eyes, which made the boy feel itchy in his heart, and he nodded helplessly.
"Hehe..." The little girl's cheerful laughter echoed in the boy's ears, burning them so much that they were covered with layer upon layer of rouge.
The more helpless the boy became, the brighter the little girl's laughter became, and the more unbearable the restlessness in his body became.
"Brother Li's hands are so warm." The sudden soft whispers in my ears made me unable to control the heat anymore.
I felt confused and didn't know whether I should say something back. Mo Zhiqing's hands were so soft.
Why do I feel like a hooligan, teasing a delicate and soft girl?
Forget it, just shut up! God knows what kind of fierce words his little girl would have prepared to greet him if he said this.
"Brother Li, let's go first." Mo Yutong decided not to provoke her boy anymore. What if things got out of control and the boy felt resistance in his heart?
Then she would bury herself in the quilt and cry for three days and three nights, and she would not get up unless the boy came to comfort her.
"Well, I'll lock the gate. When you go home, come to the field to get the key from me." Yan Mingli tried to make himself look natural.
When Mo Yutong left home with two excited children, Yan Mingli was still sitting stiffly in the chair, not moving.
After they had left for at least three to five minutes, he quickly took off his vest and walked quickly to the water tank, pouring several buckets of water over his head.
The heat rising in his body finally subsided, and he took down his pants and towel hanging on the clothesline.
After walking into the bedroom, drying himself, and changing his pants, he felt that he could breathe much more easily.
But the bedroom was filled with the scent of the little girl, forcing him to flee quickly.
After washing and hanging the pants, and washing and drying the bath tub and putting it in the yard to dry, Yan Mingli locked the cabinet and the door and left home.
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