The Duan couple rolled their eyes at their son. One second he was thinking about someone else's girlfriend, and the next he was having ideas about someone else's daughter. The important thing is that they don't even know when the daughter will be born.
Duan Ze covered his son's mouth and exchanged a glance with his wife: "Farewell."
The two turned and jogged back to their seats; if they didn't leave soon, their son would make them lose face completely.
Duan Yuxiao blinked at Luo Shimiao and even made a heart shape with his little hands.
Luo Shimiao smiled and said, "You know quite a lot at such a young age."
"What's the name of that little hard-boiled egg?" Gu Nian asked.
"Duan Yuxiao." Luo Shimiao looked at him in confusion: "Why are you asking this? You're not jealous of a little kid, are you?"
Gu Nian turned his head and looked down at her, his thin lips moving as he said, "Didn't he just say he wanted to marry our daughter? We need to be careful of him."
"You're really speechless."
"It's about being prepared for a rainy day."
......
The dinner has ended.
Luo Shimiao returned home, took off her high heels, and went upstairs barefoot. When she opened the door and saw her beloved concubine and third brother half-lying on the bed, she paused for a moment and asked, "Do you like my mattress? Should I give you one?"
Luo Jianxing tapped his knee absently with his fingers: "Manman refused to come to my room, so I had no choice but to come over."
"I wanted to go home, but you wouldn't let me," Li Man said quietly, looking at the computer.
“There’s no one at home. What if you get a fever again and there’s no one to take care of you?” Luo Jianxing turned his head and looked Luo Shimiao up and down: “You’re at least somewhat presentable today.”
"Watch your mouth, you dung beetle."
Luo Jianxing raised his chin, looking at her defiantly: "Tch, do you think I'm afraid of you? You troublemaker."
Luo Shimiao glanced at him indifferently, picked up her shoes, and walked towards the hidden door.
He gazed at the slender yet upright figure and said, "Come on, let's fight. Why are you leaving?"
Li Man moved her laptop further inside.
Luo Shimiao went to the dressing room, took off her cheongsam, hung it on the rack, took down a set of clothes she hadn't worn in a long time, put them on, did a few warm-up exercises, and then pushed open the door.
Luo Jianxing suddenly sensed an aura of "death". He looked up and saw Luo Shimiao, dressed in a taekwondo uniform, walking towards him step by step. The black belt around his waist reminded him to run!
He quickly jumped off the bed, ran to the door, grabbed the doorknob, and just opened it a crack.
"Bang!"
A long, slender, and straight beautiful leg was pressed against the door panel. Luo Shimiao tilted her head, a faint smile on her face: "Come on, let's fight. Why are you running away?"
"Hehe..." Luo Jianxing released the doorknob and scratched the back of his head: "Third Brother was just joking."
"I'll go make you guys a midnight snack."
"I've already changed my clothes. Tonight, let me, your younger sister, give you a proper Taekwondo lesson."
"Manman, save me!" He leaped onto the bed.
"Ah..." A cry of pain.
Two figures were wrestling on the bed, with pillows and blankets lying on the floor and the headboard thumping against each other.
Luo Jianxing: "Don't slap me in the face!"
Luo Shimiao: "Then don't pull my hair!"
"Tear"
"Luo, Shi, Miao, this set of pajamas of mine is very expensive!"
His response was a tearing sound...
Li Man huddled in a corner, clutching her laptop, a throbbing pain in her temples.
"How long are you going to keep fighting? Why don't you just tear me apart too?"
Luo Jianxing locked Luo Shimiao's legs in a lock, turned his head and panted, "What? Tear your clothes? That's not a good idea. I don't... really, really, really want to see it."
Li Man: "............." The misheard lyrics are a bit outrageous.
"Miaomiao, your third brother's hearing seems to be a little impaired. Help him clean it."
"Okay."
Luo Jianxing's ears were pulled up.
"Ouch...it hurts, it hurts, it hurts."
The commotion they were making caught the attention of the couple in the living room.
Hearing the banging and crashing sounds, Ye Shujun glanced upstairs and said, "Jingyuan, go up and see what they're doing. If this keeps up, they'll tear the house down."
"Yes, my dear wife." Luo Jingyuan took two steps at a time and went upstairs to his daughter's room. He knocked on the door, opened it, and said, "What are you doing in there making such a 'shaking' noise?"
He only felt a figure flash past his eyes.
Luo Jianxing stood with his hands behind his back in front of the glass door of the balcony, his messy silver hair standing on end. He turned around and smiled, "I'm admiring the moon." Luckily, he ran fast enough, otherwise his dad would have seen him and scolded him for bullying his little sweetheart.
"Moon viewing?" Luo Jingyuan slowly walked up to him and picked up the strip of cloth hanging on his body: "Moon viewing clothes turned into this? You're not bullying your sister again, are you?"
He was so heartbroken; he was the one who was being bullied.
"No, no, this is how the pajamas were designed. You have to believe me." Luo Jianxing pulled the strip of fabric back.
Luo Jingyuan pointed to the fallen blanket on the ground: "Then what about this?"
Luo Shimiao jumped off the bed and lay down on the blanket, saying, "I'm tired of sleeping on the bed, I want to sleep on the floor for a bit." She tugged at his trouser leg with her little hand, "It's getting late, you and Mom should go to sleep early."
“Yes, Dad, I’ll see you off.” Luo Jianxing pushed Luo Jingyuan toward the door.
After pushing him out the door, she waved and said, "Goodnight~" then slammed the door shut and even locked it from the inside.
Luo Shimiao carried the quilt and pillows to the bed and made it up. She picked up her phone and sat on the bed. Just now, she suddenly remembered something.
Luo Jianxing took a comb and hair tie from the dressing table, sat cross-legged behind her, removed the hairpin that was holding her hair in place, and let her long, jet-black hair cascade down.
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