What the little girl prepared for him was actually a sailor shirt, a good thing he thought he would never be able to wear again in his life.
I remember when he was a child, the first piece of clothing his father bought for him in the department store was a Breton shirt.
Unexpectedly, more than ten years later, he would have it again.
Suddenly I wanted to hug her and whisper in her ear: Thank you, my little girl!
But reason made him stand where he was, gazing at her silently and tenderly.
"Brother Li!" The little girl stretched out her hands again, curved her beautiful lips, and said, "The clothes were sent to me by my sixth brother. They must have been sent to the wrong place. I can't wear them."
"I bought the shoes and socks at the department store. You have an injury on your foot, so don't wear straw sandals for the time being. It would be distressing for me."
The unreserved emotion in the little girl's smile was like a surging wave that rolled up waves several feet high, instantly wrapping the boy in it.
The surging and rolling waves struck the young man's heart with a shocking force. He clenched the wet white cloth in his hands, trying hard to restrain the heat in his eyes.
"Thank you!" The boy did not expose her flawed excuse. With slightly red eyes, he reached out to take the clothes.
Just imagine, what brother would mistakenly send his own clothes to his sister.
Not to mention the subtle differences between men's and women's clothing, there are also obvious differences in body size.
According to the little girl, her sixth brother should be about the same size as him, but he is a head taller than the little girl and much stronger.
I guess the little girl bought these in the department store, and she had to come up with an excuse because she was afraid he would think too much.
However, when the boy took the clothes in his hands and saw the underwear on top of the sailor shirt and pressed by the shoes and socks, his ears couldn't help but feel hot again.
What was torn were the vest and trousers, so there was no need to prepare underwear as well, and who would send underwear together when sending a package?
"You're so nice to me, I..." I was really afraid that I wouldn't be used to it in the future. The more things Yan Mingli received from the little girl, the more uneasy he felt. He forced a smile and looked at his little girl seriously.
"I will treat you well from now on, every day." Seeing that the little girl wanted to get close to him again, Yan Mingli did not avoid her this time.
The string of reason has been broken, and the song of emotion is melodious and graceful, until a touch of warmth quickly touches the chin, and then disappears in a flash.
"Do you believe me? Brother Mingli!" The name called softly by the little girl disturbed the boy's heart.
The blush spread rapidly, from the ears, collarbone, all the way to the chest. He lowered his eyes and stared at her, whispering softly, "Xin, Yutong...sister."
The soft "sister" made Mo Yutong's heart feel as if it was soaked in aged wine, making her head dizzy.
The boy was frightened by what he blurted out. His cheeks turned red and even his arms seemed to be scalded by boiling water.
"I can sew the clothes and wear them again." The boy rushed into the dead end in a panic, hoping to escape from the predicament caused by his momentary impulse.
But the little girl wouldn't let him continue patching patches on top of patches. She stared at his vest, her eyes sliding over the seams one by one, and began to look for the best place to start.
What did the little girl want? Her aggressive eyes made the young man retreat step by step.
The boy, who was holding the clothes and didn't dare to resist, was stuck in the corner between the cabinet and the wall, at a loss as the girl pressed on.
Looking up at the boy with panic in his eyes and rapid breathing, the little girl grasped the hem of his clothes tightly with her slender fingers, pretending to hook the thread and pretending to tear it hard.
The boy's heartbeat quickened with shock, his thoughts in a mess, and his body instinctively moved away in the cramped space.
The tragedy of last night happened again, only this time it was even more tragic.
The clothes that had just been sewn at noon were torn into a larger hole under the action and reaction force. It was no longer limited to the side, but expanded to the shoulder.
Looking at the two pieces of cloth hanging on her shoulders, barely connected by a thin thread, Mo Yutong was horrified.
When did my strength become so great? I was just pretending and didn't use much strength, but it was torn into pieces like this?
The boy gathered the clothes in his hands together and held them up with one hand, while using the other hand he quickly pinched the piece of cloth hanging on his shoulders.
He knew that it was not the little girl's fault. It was because his sewing skills were not good enough and the stitches were not dense enough that the clothes were torn easily again.
But wasn't the little girl's belated gaze too intense? It made his heart race like a thousand horses galloping through it, and he couldn't calm down at all.
His muscles tensed uncontrollably as he stood beside the wooden cabinet, looking at his little girl with great vigilance.
But the boy didn't know how innocent and helpless he looked at this moment, with his face flushed and his nervous expression as if he was holding a little rabbit.
The little girl felt as if a spring breeze had blown on her face, and flowers fell all over the ground.
In the narrow space, the boy's breathing had already become disordered, and his fingers pinching the cloth became tighter and tighter, until they broke the last support of his shoulders.
The front of the shirt slid down, and under the pull of gravity, the other shoulder strap also gradually slid down from the shoulder, revealing the boy's lean and strong chest, and his angular and tight abdominal muscles.
The shock came unexpectedly. Is this something she can bear to see?
Last night, we were far away and vaguely aware of each other, so it was fine! But now, facing the overflowing male hormones from this close distance.
Mo Yutong felt that the dopamine in his body was twitching back and forth on the edge of madness.
The young man in front of me is like a freshly baked bread, emitting an enticing aroma. I just want to swallow him in one bite and then be so intoxicated that I don’t know how to return.
He suddenly raised his hands to cover his eyes, but the fiery gaze struggled out from between his fingers.
The little girl's action of covering her ears and stealing the bell stimulated the young man. In a moment, his whole body felt hot and uncomfortable, as if he was tightly wrapped in a ball of fire.
In the past, when working in the fields, a group of men were so hot that they would take off their vests, throw them on the edge of the field, and then continue working.
At that time, he didn't think there was anything wrong with exposing his upper body, but now that the little girl was staring at him, Yan Mingli felt like he was about to be burned to ashes.
Slowly, the little girl lowered her hands that were covering her eyes, and blatantly let her gaze move from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top, over and over again.
"Don't look!" The boy stretched out his hand and covered the little girl's eyes again.
The little girl did not pull off his hand, but just blinked gently, very well-behaved, and did not guard against him, standing quietly in his palm.
Then the thick and curly eyelashes fluttered against the boy's palm, making it itchy and numb, causing his fingers to tremble constantly.
Without the little girl's scorching gaze, the boy's heart gradually calmed down, and the look in his eyes as he looked at her was sparkling with intoxicating tenderness.
But the little girl who has already started to cause trouble is a little girl that makes people both headache and helpless.
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