"Third brother is a real man, he's not cold!"
As if afraid that Helian Si wouldn't believe him, Helian Ci added another sentence, his childish voice strong and clear.
After saying that, she ignored everything and shoved Nuanyu into Sisi's arms, then turned her small body away.
They listened attentively to the lecture, but their red, pointed ears, exposed to the cold, were impossible to lie about.
"Third Brother is clearly cold," someone said helplessly. "Even little men can be cold."
Thinking about it, Sisi quietly shifted her little bottom, pressing her small body tightly against her third brother, her eyes blinking slightly.
She simply tilted her little head and leaned it on her third brother's shoulder, taking Nuanyu's little hand and pulling her third brother's hand.
Helian You paused for a moment, glancing sideways at the little girl leaning on his shoulder. He saw that his little princess had her eyes closed, as if she were asleep and didn't want to be disturbed.
Looking again at the hand held tightly by the little princess, and feeling the warmth emanating from it, Helian You's heart warmed.
He withdrew his gaze from the book in his hands and began to listen attentively to the lecture, but his grip on Helian Si's hand tightened slightly.
Make a mental note: Little princess, be good to yourself.
...
"Thump thump thump—!"
Finally, just as someone was getting sleepy, the bell tolled to signal the end of the hall.
Mou Sisi: "!"
Someone opened the lecture hall door, and a cold wind rushed in, instantly snapping Sisi awake.
Thinking the little girl was startled by the sudden ringing of the bell, Helian You's fair, round face and handsome brows furrowed slightly.
He half-huddled around the little girl, his little hand patting her unconsciously, his innocent voice gently comforting her.
"Don't worry, my third brother is here."
Sisi, with its fluffy little head, took the opportunity to snuggle against Helian You, rubbing away its drowsy look.
When she raised her little face, her cheeks were rosy and her grape-like, watery eyes were bright and sparkling, showing no sign of being frightened.
Helian You: "..." He was overthinking it.
As soon as the class ended, Nan Rong Jinghua was called away by Nan Rongqing. The little girl's attempt to throw herself into the warm embrace of the handsome teacher was thwarted.
It was cold outside, and Sisi didn't want to go out, so she and Helian You held hands and sat together on a small stool.
While nibbling on half a piece of pastry, I watched several little kids, seemingly unafraid of the cold, running around and playing happily in the chilly wind.
Fearing that her stunning beauty would fade, Sisi only dared to eat small bites of pastries, her rosy cheeks now...
Her long, curled eyelashes fluttered, she gently shook her little head, and uttered a soft, sweet sigh.
"Young man, you're getting old, you're getting old."
Helian You was puzzled. He turned his head and looked the little girl up and down, but he couldn't see where his little princess looked old.
As a loving older brother who cherishes his younger sister, Helian You subconsciously reached out and patted Helian Si's little hand, his childish voice earnest and serious.
"Little imperial sister, you never grow old."
He paused, a glint of light flashing in Helian You's dark, bright eyes, and took a bite of the osmanthus cake.
"Uncle, you're getting old."
"The Prime Minister is handsome, isn't he?" Sisi tilted her head. "Come to think of it, it really has been a long time since I've seen the Prime Minister."
I wonder if the handsome Prime Minister misses his little cutie? Hmm, probably not.
Thinking of this, Sisi shook her little head and secretly wiped away a tear of bitterness in her heart.
It's so hard to rely on myself! Sisi doesn't want to try anymore. With three thousand handsome men in the harem and all that, maybe I should ask Father Emperor to help me out?
It's the kind of villainous tyrant who, with a wave of his hand, summons three thousand handsome men to obediently serve his little darling.
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