"Why……"
Hearing the child's fascinating inner monologue, the system hesitated, as if about to say something but then stopped: "Chaochao... shouldn't have turned into..."
"That's not right!"
The little dumpling, lost in thought, suddenly sensed something was wrong.
The fact that she can eat so much proves... proves... proves she can eat a lot! That's how it's always said in TV dramas. Grandpa and Dad are so happy and relieved!
Then, the little dumpling, who had been so timid, suddenly became arrogant. She puffed out her chest, raised her head, and spoke with a proud and resounding voice.
"Isn't it amazing that I can eat so much?!"
This baby is amazing! He wants to walk all by himself!
The group of teenagers, unsure of what mental preparation the little boy had given them, suddenly clenched their fists, climbed out of the wheelchair with high spirits, and strode forward with great strides.
In just thirty seconds, they were less than half a meter away from the main force behind them.
Chaochao, who turned around and fell silent, was speechless.
She glanced at her older siblings' long legs, then looked down at her own short legs. With an excellent attitude, she skillfully comforted herself, "Don't worry, don't worry, you'll grow taller in the future."
Neither Pei Yushen nor Yu Ning got what they wanted, so they exchanged a glance and then coldly looked away.
The system has deep suspicions.
Is it because of altitude stratification?
Why does it feel like these are two completely different worlds?
One is a chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) hot-blooded style (childish version), and the other is a mixed-gender, harem-style love triangle plus version.
Yu Ning, holding the balloon, walked up quickly: "If you get tired, just tell me."
Pei Yu's deep eyes flashed like a knife, and he spoke succinctly:
"Small cars are more stable."
The corners of everyone else's mouths twitched simultaneously.
Is it really okay for you to say these kinds of reduplicated words with a blank expression?
Normally, the little dumpling would only take a couple of laps after dinner to digest, but today, accompanied by her older siblings, she "walked" an extra lap, the extra lap being spent in each of their arms.
"...Brother Yu Ci, take this rice cake with you on the way~"
Chaochao tiptoed to the car window and stuffed the corn cake wrapped in oil paper into Yu Ci's hand.
Aunt Ning knew that Chaochao liked to eat corn cakes, so after finishing the main dishes, she specially made time to roll out a few mini cakes.
Yu Ci seemed to be hallucinating the scene of the only younger generation in his family leaving their hometown to go to university in the city. He looked at a pair of clear and soft almond eyes that were just five millimeters above the windowsill, filled with love.
"Mmm, it's still hot, and it's so fragrant and crispy!"
Yu Ci, who had been forcibly packed into the car by the little dumpling, revealed a slightly complicated look in her eyes. She didn't even notice that Chaochao had laboriously reached out her little hand to touch the oil paper box and nodded her head seriously.
Then she hooked her short finger.
Yu Ci understood and leaned over.
Chaochao used her other little hand to rub the boy's soft, cool black hair: "Brother Yuci, if you encounter any bad guys, you must tell me."
"By the way! That uncle hasn't come looking for you again, has he?"
Thinking of Gu Kai, who had a rather unfavorable impression of him, Chaochao withdrew her hand and asked nervously.
Still in a daze, Yu Ci blinked, as if his soul hadn't returned to his body, and subconsciously responded to her question.
"……No."
I could even detect a hint of obedience and docility in his voice.
The little dumpling muttered "Thank goodness," and then immediately instructed, "Tell me when that bad uncle is coming."
As Yu Ci gradually came to her senses, she couldn't help but chuckle: "What if we can't beat them?"
Chaochao tilted her head and answered very seriously:
"That means I'll get beaten up along with you, brother."
Yu Ci couldn't help but laugh out loud this time, a smile playing on her lips: "Isn't it even more of a loss if one more person gets bullied?"
Every day, he solemnly imparted knowledge and taught his students.
"But it makes me feel a little better."
The key isn't whether you can win or not, it's that she's always there!
This is the lesson that Chaochao personally learned while accompanying Pei Yushen back to school today.
Yu Ci: "...Okay, sure."
It seems like being a grandson isn't so bad?
If Chaochao were to hear Yu Ci's innermost thoughts, she would surely be quite shocked.
I treat you like an older brother, but you treat me like your grandmother?!
Then she happily accepted the fact that she had an eighteen-year-old grandson when she was only three and a half years old.
As they waved goodbye, Chaochao took a step back and said in a low, pitiful voice, "Brother Yuci, please come visit me more often, okay? Chaochao feels a little lonely all by herself..."
Although the two talked on the phone almost every day, Yu Ci's heart inevitably clenched when he heard the usually cheerful little dumpling's depressed voice.
Yes, it will.
He said.
The car started and left the villa.
Chaochao stood still and waved at the back of the car.
System: Three, two, one.
After seeing Yu Ci off, the little dumpling turned around and ran ten steps, rummaging through the knitted tote bag slung over her arm.
"Brother Yu Shen, I'm here! This is your kueh~"
Pei Yushen, who had been waiting in the back seat for a long time, turned around when he heard the sound. His usually dark and calm eyes seemed to reveal a slight grievance, which disappeared in an instant into the darkness.
He didn't hear what Chaochao and Yu Ci were saying, nor did he ask why it took so long to arrive.
He simply reached out and took it, softly saying "thank you."
Chaochao, who originally wanted to say a few more words, couldn't help but skip the process when she saw this and reached out to touch the top of that dark head.
When he was suddenly touched, the boy immediately raised his head like a startled bird, but not with anger or panic at being offended; rather, he was more like a helpless tension.
Pei Yushen's slightly narrowed pupils fell on the little bundle in front of the car door, his eyelids trembled slightly, and the next second his slender neck bent up, obediently offering his head to Chaochao's eyes.
The moonlight was cool, but the fair skin exposed to the air was flushed with a faint blush.
Blinking every morning, then blinking again.
Pei Yushen looked up, his brows furrowing, having received no response:
Why aren't you touching it anymore?
Because she seemed to have used the hand that held the kueh just now...
The little dumpling was thinking with a serious expression.
It can't be a coincidence, can it? Grandma said we shouldn't keep scaring ourselves.
"If you're not going to touch it, then forget it."
The boy, his face as blank as ink on rice paper, spoke in a flat tone.
"Oh dear, I'm touching it!"
The next second, Pei Yushen's turned face was firmly held in place by the anxious little dumpling. When that perfectly shaped back of his head was presented to Chaochao without any resistance, a familiar, mouthwatering fragrance wafted into her nostrils, "..."
...Oh ho?
He pondered deeply each morning, and then suddenly realized the truth.
Pei Yushen wanted to speak again, but his voice was immediately choked by the little dumpling's enthusiastic cat-like cuddling.
"Brother Yu Shen's head is so, so nice to touch~"
"momomomo↘mo↗momo~~"
What appears to be a physical act is actually a form of self-hypnosis in the mind of the little dumpling being cast a spell.
When she sings like this, Yu Shen won't be able to smell it!
Uh-huh!
Pei Yushen, whose mind was bound by fate: "...?"
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