Qin Shanshan leaned against Luo Ziliang's chest, watching the warm and joyful scene before her.
"Luo Luo's personality is more like her aunt's."
Luo Ziliang sighed and said with a sigh, "I don't know if it's good or bad!"
Luo Yan, who was doing his homework nearby, looked up and saw this scene. Then he looked down at the essay topic on the test paper, had an idea, and immediately put pen to paper.
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"Luo Luo, your aunt can't play anymore, she's done playing." Luo Shimiao was extremely regretful now; her legs were weak from all the swaying.
Luo Luo clung to her legs, refusing to let go: "No, no, no."
She opened her wet eyes, tilted her head back at her, and said in a coquettish tone, "Auntie~"
Li Man sat cross-legged on the soft cushion and said lazily, "Now you've asked for trouble."
She took a deep breath and held up one finger: "Last minute!"
"Mmm." She shifted her position, her arms tightly wrapped around Luo Shimiao's calves.
Luo Shimiao stretched his arms, climbed back up the two "pillars" and exerted his strength, while lifting his slightly trembling legs and swaying back and forth.
"My beloved concubine, help me keep track!"
Li Man nodded slightly.
Luo Shimiao estimated the time and asked, "Is it time?"
“3, 2............” But 1 was slow to fall.
"My beloved concubine, be careful, or I will give you a cup of poisoned wine!"
Li Man slowly raised her hand and tucked the stray hairs behind her ear, her red lips slightly parted: "1."
Luo Shimiao put her legs down, looked down at her niece, and said, "You heard that? One minute is up."
She stood up contentedly, tiptoed, took her hand, and pulled her forward.
Luo Shimiao bent down and followed her. Luo Luo walked to the area with the cushions, let go of her hand, sat down in front of her, and patted the spot next to her.
She lay down and put her legs on top of hers, saying, "Give Auntie a massage."
She leaned back against Li Man, closed her eyes, and pretended to be asleep.
Luo Shimiao snorted unhappily, "You heartless little thing." She then glanced at the couple on the sofa who were holding test papers and smiling broadly.
"Brother, I want to hit your daughter, is that okay?"
Luo Ziliang walked over with the Chinese test paper, covered her face with it, and kicked away the foot that was pressing on his precious daughter's leg.
"After seeing this, you'll have someone else you want to hit." He picked up his daughter and quickly moved away from her.
Gu Nian took Luo Shimiao's foot and placed it on her lap, her fair hands kneading her calves.
Luo Jianxing sat behind Li Man, his broad shoulders completely enveloping her body.
"The exam paper?" Luo Shimiao grabbed the paper by both sides and glanced at it from left to right: "Xiao Yan's handwriting is getting better and better."
As soon as she got to the back, she saw the essay and sat up abruptly: "Xiao Yan is much better; she's much more thoughtful than Luo Luo."
She cleared her throat and said, "I'm going to read you an essay called 'My Aunt.' Listen carefully and see how Xiao Yan sings praises of me."
"I have an aunt. She has long hair like Sadako (the character from the anime/manga series "Sadako") and very fair skin that seems to glow. I imagine that if my aunt stood there at night without the lights on, she would be like a giant, radiant light bulb."
Luo Shimiao glanced sideways at her nephew sitting upright on the sofa: "Why don't you just say I'm as white as Sadako!"
She continued reading, "Her mouth is very beautiful, and she often speaks foul language."
Li Man couldn't help but laugh out loud: "You used the idiom well."
"Luo Yan, if you don't know how to write a word, use pinyin instead."
Luo Jianxing rested his chin on Li Man's shoulder and said, "Is there any possibility that it's not a typo?"
Luo Shimiao took off her socks, crumpled them into a ball, and slapped them at his face.
"Damn it, they attacked with athlete's foot!" He waved his hand and brushed the sock away.
"You're the one with athlete's foot, your whole family has athlete's foot."
Gu Nian chuckled and said, "Isn't that the same as talking about yourself?"
She blinked. "Oh yeah, I got so angry I went crazy." She picked up the test paper, saw the next sentence, and her eyes widened. "What do you mean my temper is sometimes like a little lamb, baa baa, and sometimes like an epileptic seizure, howling!"
Luo Yan couldn't help but shrink his neck and said softly, "Am I wrong? I used to see you holding your phone with a big smile on your face, your eyes gentle like a little lamb, but not long after, you suddenly exploded."
"His eyes gleamed with malice, and he bared his teeth; he looked absolutely terrifying."
Luo Shimiao held his breath, suppressing the rising flames. After a long while, he said, "I was reading a book. When you read a book, don't you immerse yourself in the scenes, feel the ups and downs of the plot, and the changes in the protagonist's emotions?"
"Miaomiao, allow me to interject," Gu Nian stopped what he was doing, looked at her seriously, and said, "With such drastic mood swings, is the protagonist of the book you're reading a mental patient? Or does he have dissociative identity disorder?"
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