Being stared at by his lingering gaze, even someone as fearless as Mo Yutong could hardly bear it.
Her pretty face flushed slightly, her eyes flickered slightly, and she tried to pretend to be calm, but in the end she lowered her head in embarrassment, with her hands behind her back, her fingers entangled and stirring constantly.
Looking at the little girl's shy and cute little movements, Yan Mingli's eyes became more gentle and the smile on his lips became warmer.
I couldn't help but rub her furry little head. Her black hair, shining like brocade, flowed on her delicate shoulders, making the little girl look even more petite and pure.
Perhaps he rubbed too hard, Yan Mingli felt his palms were wet, and suddenly he remembered that the little girl had just washed her hair and he had just turned off the stove.
Although he had patted the stove ash on his trouser legs again and again when he left the kitchen, he still couldn't completely clean it.
Yan Mingli immediately realized his mistake and an awkward smile flashed across his face, like the thin ice after the winter snow, faint and short-lived.
As if afraid of being noticed by the little girl, he stroked the light stove ash on her head, and then Yan Mingli quickly withdrew his hand and let it hang by his side.
How uncouth! When would her boy be brave enough to hold her tightly in his arms after rubbing her head?
Less than a week after her rebirth, she already began to miss Yan Mingli's warm embrace.
When she looked up, she saw that he didn't dare to look at her directly, and his eyes were dodging and had nowhere to go. Mo Yutong thought that her boy was embarrassed.
In fact, Yan Mingli was just feeling embarrassed for the mistake he had just made.
"Shy?" Mo Yutong moved quickly, released her fingers that were about to become tangled into a knot, took a half step closer, and looked at him with a smile.
"No, I'll wipe your hair." When his eyes met the little girl's, Yan Mingli quickly turned his head away, not daring to look at her again.
He just wanted to wipe off the stove ash quickly before the little girl found out, otherwise the little girl would probably take the opportunity to "retaliate" against him. Her bold words and actions really made it difficult for him to cope.
If the little girl touched his face again, or kissed his chin, he would probably let his blood rush to his head in the dim light of the evening, and then he would kiss her back fiercely.
Looking at the young man's hurriedly running back, Mo Yutong was stunned and puzzled.
She was a little uncomfortable with her boy suddenly becoming so sensible!
Could it be that the stimulation is effective? Then should we keep up the good work and fight to the end?
Yan Mingli ran into the yard and couldn't help shivering in the residual heat of the summer evening when the sun had not yet completely set.
A crazy thought suddenly flashed through his mind: his little girl wanted to cause trouble, and she wanted to cause big trouble.
After quickly washing his hands and taking a clean white cloth, Yan Mingli threw away the messy thoughts in his head and hurried back to the bedroom.
Before Mo Yutong could react, a piece of white cloth had been randomly covered on her head.
She blinked and couldn't help but smile, imagining that her boy was like her Mr. Yan in her previous life, carefully holding her hair, stroking it carefully, and wiping it gently.
But in just two seconds, the bubble of fantasy was ruthlessly burst by reality. I felt a dull pain on my head and the smile on my lips could no longer be maintained.
At this moment, Yan Mingli was concentrating on rubbing the little girl's head, trying to wipe off all the stove ash.
“…” This is not just a little painful, it is very painful!
Young man, are you sure you're drying my hair and not trying to make me look smart?
Just when tears were about to turn from watery to dripping, Mo Yutong finally ended the ravages of the painful and happy love. Thank God!
But Yan Mingli obviously found pleasure in kneading her hair. She was even ready to fold the white cloth and continue kneading her hair into a bird's nest.
"Young man! Thank you! Thank you from the bottom of my heart!" Mo Yutong hurriedly retreated towards the cabinet and then quietly opened the door.
Touching the top of his head that was pulled in pain, Mo Yutong looked at the thin layer of clothes neatly folded in the wooden cabinet. His pupils rolled around and he said, "Brother Li, I'll get you some clean clothes."
"Hmm!" Yan Mingli breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the little girl had touched her head and found nothing unusual.
The little girl was too familiar with him, and was often so brave that he felt confused about where he was and what he was doing.
Not hearing the boy's objection, Mo Yutong immediately pretended to get clothes, but actually took a black steel hairpin from the space square and rubbed off the thin paint on the top.
Then, gently pull the slightly sharp steel sheet along the side of the clothes, and the thin seams will be quickly worn off by the steel sheet.
The patched homespun vest was easily turned into a few pieces of shaky cloth strips pulled by thin strings by the little girl's unremitting efforts.
"Oh! What should I do? I tore my clothes." Mo Yutong cried out softly while holding onto the partition, then covered her mouth and looked at the boy embarrassedly.
“…” Yan Mingli stared at the lingering cunning in her eyes and remained silent.
Little girl, if only the smile in your eyes wasn't so obvious, I could pretend to believe you.
But even if it's very obvious, I can cooperate appropriately. As long as you are happy!
The boy did not stop her, but allowed her to perform, just like Mr. Yan in his previous life, who was always infinitely tolerant of her.
"Oops! Sorry, I tore your pants too." Mo Yutong did the same thing and continued to damage his pants.
"..." Looking at the pants she was holding in front of her with two big holes in the crotch, the corners of Yan Mingli's lips twitched unconsciously.
It's actually very easy to tear it apart, there's really no need to start there, it's hard not to have other thoughts.
"I'm sorry. It's all my fault for not being gentle enough. You have no clothes to change. I'll compensate you with a set of clothes, okay?" Mo Yutong asked softly, observing his expression carefully.
She racked her brains simply to protect the boy's self-esteem, hoping that he would see her love and her passionate desire to do him the best.
After all, clothes are different from food and daily necessities. The former belongs to one person alone, while the latter is shared by everyone.
"..." Looking at the black paint on the edge of the wardrobe partition and the slightly nervous look of the little girl, Yan Mingli's eyes were filled with darkness.
There are indescribable emotions, choking in my throat.
His little girl really took the trouble to take care of his pitiful self-esteem!
"Yeah." He nodded gently. The little girl felt relieved. The ease that flashed across her eyes made Yan Mingli's eyes warm up, and gradually became hot.
Mo Yutong happily opened the cabinet door on the right and took out the sailor shirt, black overalls, nylon socks, and blue mesh shoes that had been prepared long ago.
There are very few styles of clothes these days. The streets are full of the same gray, black and blue. Sailor shirts, military uniforms, sportswear and Dacron have become the forefront of fashion.
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