My sister’s lips were fragrant and soft, and felt very comfortable against my face, but my brother’s eyes looked strange, and it made his little heart tremble inexplicably.
Yan Mingcheng was panicked, and his strong desire to survive made him shake his head vigorously, "Sister, you can't love me. I'm still young and can't have a partner."
"Hahaha... why are you so cute!" Mo Yutong couldn't help but pinch his thin cheeks, curling her eyes and saying, "I won't date you. I love your eldest brother the most, and I'll only date him."
"Favorite?" Yan Mingli couldn't help but ask the word "love" which was full of responsibility and pressure. Then, under the gaze of the little girl, he blushed and looked away.
"The only one, I only love you." Mo Yutong was not willing to let go of such a good opportunity. She immediately trotted to him, whispering softly with a firm look in her eyes.
"..." That's more like it. Yan Mingli didn't say anything, but his lips couldn't stop rising, and the smile he showed seemed to be wrapped in a beehive, oozing with honey-like sweetness.
Wait, what is he thinking? This is crazy. Is he jealous of his own brother?
"Sister, what about me?" Yan Mingxue, who ran out of the kitchen, was finally able to find a chance to speak, with obvious desire in her eyes.
She also wants to be praised and kissed by her sister, and even wants to hug her soft sister and listen to her tell beautiful stories.
"Xue'er is also a cute and pretty little baby." Mo Yutong praised her without hesitation.
Hearing her praise herself, Yan Mingxue immediately narrowed her eyes with joy, and then she shyly crawled into Mo Yutong's arms and shouted happily: "Sister!"
"You're covered in dust and you haven't taken a shower yet. Wash yourself first before you can hold me." Before Mo Yutong could reach out and pat her back soothingly, poor Yan Mingxue had already been picked up by Yan Mingli and brought to his side.
Yan Mingxue kicked his short legs angrily, trying to escape from his elder brother's control, but unfortunately he was too small and not strong enough, so he was ruthlessly crushed.
"Sister, is my brother jealous of me?" Seeing that there was no hope of breaking free, Yan Mingxue immediately complained to Mo Yutong, her little face full of cute indignation.
"What am I jealous of you for?" Not only Mo Yutong was curious, but Yan Mingli was also very curious about what he was jealous of her for and what she had that he was jealous of.
"You're jealous that I can be hugged by my sister." Yan Mingxue's childish, simple and innocent words immediately choked the two of them.
Mo Yutong looked at the young man and winked at him, which made him so embarrassed that he couldn't help but scold him lightly, "Don't talk nonsense."
"Yes, yes, we should take a shower quickly and then put on pretty little skirts." Mo Yutong quickly responded, happily picked up Yan Mingxue, and walked towards the utility room in a happy mood.
Yan Mingli took out the bath bucket before them, washed it clean and refilled it halfway with warm water.
Seeing him come back with warm water, Mo Yutong went into the bedroom to get a change of clothes and shoes and socks.
The socks are still the nylon socks that are popular in this era, and the shoes are a pair of white mesh shoes.
The department store originally sold plastic sandals, but Mo Yutong really didn't like the pink and green colors and the uppers that could rub the skin on people's ankles.
In the utility room, Yan Mingxue squatted in the bathtub with an excited look on her face, rubbing her tender skin vigorously.
She wanted to wash herself clean and then wear a beautiful dress that she had never worn before.
In the kitchen, Yan Mingli was taking firewood out of the stove. It would be his turn to take a bath soon.
I wonder if his little girl will praise him for being handsome, or if she will put her forehead against his and kiss his face.
"Crack..." He broke off a small piece of the firewood in his hand, and the sharp burrs pierced into his palm, causing a slight pain.
The things in his mind seemed to be out of control, too many pink bubbles were bubbling around.
The little finger of his right hand could not help but gently stroke his chin. The place where the little girl had kissed was being hooked by her fingers and felt hot.
His little girl, his sister Yutong!
The two words "sister" on the tip of my tongue seemed to be struck by lightning, and I was so numb that I lost consciousness for a moment.
He looked up in a daze, his gaze fixed on the unknown distance, where was the little girl he had been longing for.
At this time, his little girl was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed, opposite her was Yan Mingcheng, who was lying on the bed with a nervous look on his face.
"Don't be afraid, I won't cut your little flesh." Mo Yutong's comfort was obviously of little use. Yan Mingcheng was still very nervous, and even the little hands placed at his side were involuntarily clenched into fists.
"If you don't cut your toenails, they'll pierce your socks..." Before Mo Yutong could finish her words, Yan Mingcheng immediately said with a fearless attitude, "Sister, go ahead and cut them! I'm not afraid!"
"Our Chengcheng is a brave little man, so he is not afraid of having his nails cut." Mo Yutong said softly while holding Yan Mingcheng's little feet in her palm.
"Come on, relax, I'll be gentle." The nails that have just come out of the shower are very soft and easy to cut, and there is no need to use nail clippers.
"Chengcheng is so good. Look, we have already trimmed the nails of this foot. It doesn't hurt at all, does it?" Mo Yutong's tone was always gentle.
Like dense raindrops hitting banana leaves, a handful of poetic sleeping sounds slowly slides down from the depths of the slightly curled leaves.
"Sister, it doesn't hurt." Hearing such a gentle voice, Yan Mingcheng felt as if he had fallen into a wonderful dream, and sleepiness began to sweep over his little head.
"Now we have to trim this little foot neatly." Mo Yutong lowered her eyes, a hint of tenderness in her pupils.
In the eyes of Yan Mingli who was standing outside the room, it looked like the most exquisite and beautiful painting in the world.
The little girl in the painting is like the dawn of a spring morning and the mist of an autumn sunset, so beautiful that it is dazzling.
"Our Chengcheng's little feet have been trimmed clean, so do you want to trim his fingernails as well?" Mo Yutong held Yan Mingcheng in her arms and said softly.
Leaning in her warm embrace, Yan Mingcheng felt the most secure sense, as if all the fears and terrors of the past no longer existed.
He relaxed his palm in hers and watched her trim her fingernails into cute round shapes bit by bit.
Although he had never felt maternal love, in his heart at this moment, his sister was as gentle as the mother in his dreams.
"Cut the nails clean and put some talcum powder on Chengcheng." Mo Yutong picked up a green round tin box from the side.
After unscrewing the lid, she took out a thick white powder puff and applied the talcum powder on his neck.
Her movements were very gentle, as soft as a gentle breeze and drizzle. Yan Mingcheng really couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep in her arms.
When the powder puff left his back, Mo Yutong realized that the little person in her arms had fallen asleep leaning against her.
After carefully laying him flat on the bed and sprinkling some talcum powder on his elbows, Mo Yutong patted his back and quietly slid off the bed.
After tightening the lid of the box, Mo Yutong suddenly felt a shadow in front of her eyes. She looked up and saw that the young man had been standing at the end of the bed.
Because she was facing away from the light, Mo Yutong couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could feel his gentle eyes falling on her softly and gently, and her heart started beating wildly.
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