Full-time girlfriend: Why would you work when I am here?

In order for Xiuxiu to see through Song Pingqing's little tricks at a glance, Song Pingqing demonstrated a very standard set of evasion and escape procedures on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, so smooth that he seemed to have turned into a loach.

After completing the classic birthday process at home, he immediately rushed back to his room under the pretext of "not finishing the test paper".

Xiuxiu just stood in the crowd with a smile on her face, watching her dear nanny perform.

There was no pursuit or interception, nor was there any message sending after Song Pingqing ran away.

Xiuxiu: The monk may run away, but the temple cannot. Why rush? Anyway, Song Pingqing has to come back to celebrate the New Year the next day.

In this drama of watching Lao Shitou come to his senses, Xiu Xiu, as a person with experience, took the center stage.

Sure enough, on New Year's Eve, when Song Pingqing returned home again, he was faced with Xiuxiu, who was smiling and holding a watermelon.

Song Pingqing: Something is wrong. I feel like I am being targeted by gossipy relatives.

"Sister~Sister, are you tired~" Xiuxiu began to show her courtesy, "Sister~Can I stay up with you tonight~"

These calls of "sister" naturally turned into the villain's laughter of "hehehe" in Song Pingqing's ears.

Song Pingqing: It's bad. She's grown up and there's no time to put her back into her mother's womb.

So that night, Xiuxiu easily blocked Song Pingqing who was reviewing papers in the room.

"Mom said you didn't bring the test paper back. Why did you bring it anyway?" Xiuxiu leaned over.

“Because I haven’t finished my homework.”

Song Pingqing's original intention was: because I wanted to give you a reason not to bother me.

Such a realistic reason. Xiuxiu curled her lips and said, "Tell me who that person is."

"...Hey, this question is a bit difficult. I have to check it out."

"Come on, dear sister. Stop pretending in front of me." Xiuxiu locked the door skillfully and sat down on the stool next to Song Pingqing. "Tell me quickly~"

"Your curiosity is a bit excessive."

Song Pingqing tacitly agreed to this matter, but refused to say Murong Xue's name.

Facing Song Pingqing's evasion, Xiuxiu started with a very standard sales quote: "Excuse me, do you have any concerns?"

"I just think..." Song Pingqing paused and the pen in his hand stopped writing.

If there is only one person in this world who can understand Song Pingqing's predicament, that person is Xiuxiu.

Only Xiuxiu knows how long Song Pingqing has lived. Only Xiuxiu, who has also grown into an old person but returned to a child, can understand Song Pingqing's predicament.

Baimao Tiandao doesn't count, he is not a human.

A guy who is not a human being certainly does not have the ability to empathize with humans.

Xiuxiu supported her chin and looked at Song Pingqing with blinking eyes.

She looked just like a well-behaved child: "You talk, I'm listening."

Song Pingqing remained silent for a long time, as if his emotions were caught in some kind of vortex.

Until the "bang bang" sound of someone setting off fireworks outside awakened her silence.

Song Pingqing finally spoke, his voice sounding particularly soft amid the explosion of fireworks:

"I just think it's really unfair for an old soul to fall in love with a young person."

"She should be like all young people, chasing after flowers, feeling the excitement, and enjoying those..."

Xiuxiu's words made Song Pingqing blush: "And then you met a scumbag?"

Song Pingqing: ...??? He dares?!

Seeing that Song Pingqing's eyes suddenly became sharp, Xiuxiu decisively swallowed the second half of the sentence she was about to say.

Xiuxiu's intuition was very sharp. If she dared to say this unlucky word, she would definitely be beaten.

So Xiuxiu immediately changed her strategy and looked at Song Pingqing with a very strange look:

"Your logic is wrong. You are only old in spirit, not in body. Why can't you chase after flowers and excitement with this person?"

"Of course you can." Song Pingqing knew very well why Murong Xue got closer and closer to her in the beginning, "But what if she is just dependent on me and used to me?"

At this point, Xiuxiu already had a vague guess about the candidate, but it was inconvenient to point it out, and she couldn't figure out what this iron tree that finally blossomed was thinking, so she could only follow Song Pingqing's thoughts and continue the conversation:

“Shouldn’t a long-term, stable relationship build dependence and habit?”

Song Pingqing retorted: "It's different to build up a habit of dependence first and to build up love first, right?"

"Your question is like asking whether the chicken or the egg came first. There is no answer to this question. The two are not contradictory at all."

"Love at first sight is said to be based on lust, and love over time is said to be based on habit. So don't even think about love at all. It's wrong no matter how you think about it."

Xiuxiu secretly complained in her heart: If you are so entangled, it will take you hundreds of years to understand.

Seeing that Song Pingqing was choked, Xiuxiu changed her words: "What you said is obviously the least important point among the problems you are worried about."

"If this is not important, then what is important?" Song Pingqing was in Mount Lushan, but he felt that the only most important thing between him and Murong Xue was age.

Xiuxiu, who was used to walking among flowers without getting hurt in her previous life, immediately took on the role of a love mentor: "Of course, the important thing is whether this person likes you."

"If this person doesn't like you, then isn't everything you said in vain?"

Song Pingqing felt as if he was struck by lightning: This is a really good question.

After a brief pause, Song Pingqing gave a very firm answer: "How could she not like me? I am the one she likes the most."

Murong Xue almost turned the sky upside down for her. If this is not love, then what is love?

With this level of love, even President Murong would have to step aside.

Song Qixiu just felt it was very incredible: "You are so sure of the answer to this question, and you are still struggling with this???"

"Yeah, what if she only likes me as a family member?" There was still a thick fog in front of Song Pingqing's eyes that could not be cleared.

"You've never been in love, but you haven't seen other people in love???" Xiuxiu was completely mad, "If you really can't help it, can you go watch some idol dramas?"

"Who uses idol dramas as the standard for dating?!"

Xiuxiu was furious: "Who told you to date based on idol dramas? I told you to go watch how pigs run!"

Song Pingqing fell silent again.

Xiuxiu: I can’t carry you, not at all.

The two stared at each other in silence for a long time before Xiuxiu spoke up: "Fool."

Song Pingqing immediately began to roll up his sleeves: "Hey, I have a bad temper, are you trying to make a scene today?!"

Xiuxiu: Eating this melon will not only choke you, but you also risk getting beaten.