Qianyuan had no choice but to bend down, keeping the same height as Zhou Qiujiu, and carefully asked:
Do you remember who I am?
Zhou Qiujiu remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground, refusing to look at Qianyuan.
Qianyuan thought Zhou Qiujiu didn't remember him either, so why did Ruopiaoxue throw Zhou Qiujiu over to him?
As Qian Yuan was lost in thought, Zhou Qiujiu secretly raised her head again, her gaze fixed on him without blinking.
She even blushed.
The grown-up mythical beasts are naturally exceptionally beautiful; even standing still, Qianyuan is a sight to behold.
But when Qianyuan noticed the gaze and lowered her head, Zhou Qiujiu's eyes shifted away again.
Qianyuan looked down and saw Zhou Qiujiu's limping leg, and roughly guessed what was going on.
Because of the backlash from the demonic energy, Zhou Zeyuan temporarily reverted to his youthful appearance, and even his memories regressed. Although Zhou Qiuqiu is no longer being harassed by anyone, his memories are still of the time when he was beaten and abandoned by his family, and he is very wary of people.
With that thought in mind, Qianyuan realized she couldn't leave any longer and had no choice but to stay by Zhou Qiujiu's side.
He tried to lift Zhou Qiujiu's clothes to see his legs, but Zhou Qiujiu dodged him; he tried to comb Zhou Qiujiu's hair, but Zhou Qiujiu dodged him again. Qianyuan had no choice but to tell Zhou Qiujiu to take a bath by himself, but after waiting outside the screen for a long time, he went in and found that Zhou Qiujiu hadn't even taken off his clothes, and was squeezed alone in the gap between the bed and the wall, like a kitten that had just arrived home and needed to punch a human three hundred times to confirm that he was a good person.
Qianyuan was amused by Zhou Qiujiu's antics.
He stretched out his hand, waiting for Zhou Qiujiu to place her hand on his: "If you don't want to wash, then don't wash. Come out, okay?"
Zhou Qiuqiu didn't speak, watching as Qian Yuan's fair and slender hand, as white as jade, was extended in front of her.
The moment his rough hands touched him, Qianyuan grabbed him, pulled him out of the crack in the wall, and held him in her arms.
"We've got him!"
Zhou Qiuqiu felt a warm and pleasant fragrance envelop him.
His white hair, as white as moonlight, fell on the side of his face, like a gentle kiss.
Qianyuan's voice rang out above his head: "If you're not going to take a bath, at least wipe yourself down."
Qianyuan wanted to help Zhou Qiujiu wash up, but when Qianyuan stood in front of Zhou Qiujiu and pulled at his outer robe, Zhou Qiujiu blushed and pushed Qianyuan away.
Zhou Qiuqiu was a smart child when he was young, and he was capable of doing even simple washing. He was just a little shy in front of Qianyuan. Qianyuan waited at the door for a while, and when she went in again, Zhou Qiuqiu was already hurriedly changing into new clothes.
Hearing the door open behind him, Zhou Qiuqiu was so anxious that he tied his belt incorrectly. Qianyuan didn't laugh at him, but came over and helped him tie it.
He even picked the person up and took a serious breath of air.
"Hmm, it's not a stinky little man anymore, it's a fragrant little man."
Da Qianyuan treats Zhou Qiujiu like a father would treat his child, with a "kind" demeanor.
But Zhou Qiuqiu clearly didn't want to be treated like that.
He struggled to break free from Qianyuan's embrace with a sour face, but when Qianyuan sat down next to him, he couldn't help but sit close to her.
Qian Yuan also had a meal with Zhou Qiujiu, but he failed to maintain the air of an elder. Zhou Qiujiu, who had secretly slapped himself twice to calm down and not be blinded by beauty, was more mature than him after sobering up.
Qianyuan didn't care about the fish bone and struggled with the steamed fish for a long time, but in the end, he still got it stuck in his throat. Zhou Qiujiu quickly pinched Qianyuan's cheek muscles to make him open his mouth and used small tweezers to remove the fish bone.
Qian Yuan, whose eyes were already brimming with tears, softened her voice: "...Quickly wipe your hands, they're not clean."
But Zhou Qiuqiu's hands were always dry.
Was he wearing gloves?
Qian Yuan was so busy rubbing his cheeks that his tongue was sore from being pressed, he had no appetite and no time to pay attention to anything else.
Zhou Qiujiu did not answer, but calmly poured Qianyuan a cup of tea for him to rinse his mouth.
Qianyuan said with a wronged expression, "I never want to eat fish again."
Upon hearing this, Zhou Qiujiu placed a whole plate of sweet and sour pork in front of Qianyuan.
Qianyuan lifted her face slightly from her arms, revealing one eye as she gazed at him expectantly:
Aren't you going to eat?
Zhou Qiuqiu said calmly, "I don't like sweets."
Qianyuan recalled that Zhou Qiuqiu wasn't really interested in the pastries that Xiaofeiqiu brought back. He seemed to enjoy the feeling of Xiaofeiqiu trying to accommodate him more. In the end, all the pastries would end up in Xiaofeiqiu's stomach.
She was coaxed and tricked by Zhou Qiujiu into eating it.
When Qianyuan recalled what had happened before and saw Zhou Qiujiu now, she couldn't help but soften her heart again.
Zhou Qiujiu must consider him a very important person, and he can't let this relationship end in vain.
Zhou Jiujiu met Qian Yuan's serious gaze.
Those slightly blue eyes were so beautiful, especially when they held so much unspoken tenderness and affection, like a pool of honeyed water that could drown you.
Looking into Qian Yuan's eyes, Zhou Qiujiu felt her mouth go dry.
He took a sip of water to calm down and asked Qianyuan:
"What, do you want me to feed you?"
Qianyuan paused for a moment: "No, I'm an adult... I'm an adult now, I don't need to be fed."
Zhou Qiujiu stared silently at Qian Yuan's face and wiped away the sauce that Qian Yuan had smeared on her face.
Qianyuan stopped talking and obediently finished her meal. She was immediately overcome by sleepiness and became drowsy.
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