The adorable little dragon, oblivious to the resentful stares from its friends, turned around and looked on in disbelief: ? ? ?
What's wrong with the sparkly thing?
Do you want some ice cream too?
It's not that An'an didn't want ice cream, it's just that when Auntie brought it over, Long-Legged Brother and Sparkling didn't want it, so An'an ate so much by herself.
"Who wants your ice cream!"
Little tyrant Zhong Jia was speechless with anger. Didn't this silly boy know that he was hugging someone else's older brother?
Her innocent big eyes blinked: "Sparkling, ice cream isn't me."
It's your own home.
Well, Zhong Jiayi was so angry she lost her mind.
Perhaps because they had known each other for a long time, or perhaps because she was quite familiar with Zhong Jiayi, Xiao Anman was able to discern some of his emotional fluctuations.
It seems that Liang Jingjing is a little bothered by herself... talking to the long-legged brother?
Why would you mind?
Xiao An looked up at Zhong Jiarui's resolute chin. The boy's skin had a healthy honey color from outdoor training. His gray-blue fiber short-sleeved shirt fit him well, and you could vaguely see the firm muscles in his chest. His arms were equally strong and muscular, and they looked good without being exaggerated...
Such a tall and handsome man must be very likable and admirable.
But from the first time they met until today, the way Liangjing interacts with the long-legged brother is not like how she interacts with her dad.
Xiao An habitually bit her finger.
Then he looked away from Zhong Jiayi and finally reached out his little hand, very carefully and tenderly... patted Zhong Jiayi's head?
Zhong Jiayi stared wide-eyed at Xiao Anman when she was suddenly patted on the head like a petting animal. This silly girl, does she know what she's doing?
Of course I know. Xiao Anman, who might have been a little worried at first, completely relaxed when she touched Zhong Jiayi's soft curly hair in her palm.
Snoring, snoring...
The sound of the owner of the head she was stroking breathing and grinding his teeth gave Xiao Anman the feeling of petting her own grandpa Doubao at home.
but……
Her soft little fingers twitched. Zhong Jiayi's hair, which was really soft, was so stubborn, difficult, and temperamental.
There's an old saying that goes, "Boys with soft hair are also easily swayed."
However, this doesn't seem to apply to Zhong Jiayi right now.
While it can't be taken as a definitive statement or a direct match, we'll likely see instances in the future where Little Tyrant Zhong Jiayi is easily swayed.
"Take your hand off me!"
It was the first time Zhong Jiayi had ever been touched on the head by a girl, and it happened in front of her own brother. She gritted her teeth and made a sound with an ugly expression.
"Let me pet you, okay? I'll share the rest of my ice cream with you!"
Originally, Xiao Anman went out to comfort herself, but now she was completely immersed in the soft touch of the curly hair, and said with a satisfied squinting of her eyes.
Oh, how many times do I have to say it?
Who wants her ice cream!
Who wants to be patted on the head by her!
At this moment, Zhong Jiayi was like a little lion whose fur had been bristled after being patted on the head. Her fair face was flushed red, whether from embarrassment or anger.
"Oh no! Take your hand away!!"
The little lion was practically jumping up in front of his brother to shove the mischievous little hands off his head.
Unfortunately, I'm just a three-headed little radish head after all...
He couldn't jump around in front of his 1.8-meter-tall older brother.
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