Arrowed Butterfly

After all, Qiu Zi'er didn't force Qiu Yiyun to eat those rotten dumplings, but instead took the dumplings and knocked on Shi Xiaomi's door.

Seeing Qiu Zi'er coming, Shi Xiaomi was stunned and said, "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Qiu Zi'er liked Shi Xiaomi's straightforwardness very much, so she smiled and said, "Here is this for you..."

Shi Xiaomi asked, "Can I eat it?"

Qiu Zi'er smiled and said, "Yes!"

Shi Xiaomi's personality of being able to eat shit without smelling is really commendable.He took a few mouthfuls of the dumpling made by Qiu Zier, pondered for a while, and said, "Actually, the sweet ones are not bad."

Qiu Zi'er said happily, "That's right, it's just that it doesn't look good. Maybe it's better than Yang Yifeng's."

Upon hearing this, Shi Xiaomi said, "Mister did it too?"

Qiu Zi'er nodded and replied: "I made some, and they looked pretty good, but Yun'er ate them up."

When Shi Xiaomi heard it, she became unhappy: Hmph, that Qiu Yiyun, no matter how old her brain is, is equally annoying.

Qiu Zi'er looked at Shi Xiaomi's face and said, "You want to eat what Mr. Yang made?"

"Yes." Shi Xiaomi replied.

"Maybe it's hard to eat." Qiu Zi'er replied.

Shi Xiaomi smiled and said, "I like bad food too."

"Why?" Qiu Zier's heart pounded, anticipating that she would hear some great answer.

Shi Xiaomi scratched her head shyly, and said, "Actually, I... like Mr. Yang."

Qiu Zi'er felt a lump in her throat: "What?"

"Actually, I like men." Shi Xiaomi said a little shyly, "You won't look down on me because of this, will you?"

Qiu Zi'er didn't seem to be overwhelmed with shock, she just stared at him wide-eyed: "You..."

Shi Xiaomi shook his head and said, "It seems that you still can't accept it..."

"No..." Qiu Zi'er was stunned for a moment, "I'm just a little... temporarily..." She is confident: anyone who likes a woman will definitely like her.But she is sure that those who like men also like her.After all, she is not a gold ingot, so it is impossible for everyone to love her, even a heartthrob has a limit.

Shi Xiaomi sighed, "But Mr. Yang doesn't like me..."

Qiu Zi'er calmed down a bit, and said, "That's okay. I think Mr. Yang is a firm person. If you like it, you like it, and if you don't like it, you don't like it. It's no fun for you to waste your time and mind like this."

"Miss Zi'er, you are right." Shi Xiaomi smiled wryly, "Thank you for your concern, I will find a good man to love."

Qiu Zi'er felt that her chest was getting tighter.

Shi Xiaomi doesn't seem to understand the ways of the world, but he has a kind of innocent stubbornness, whoever he likes, whoever he doesn't like, ten bulls can't pull back.Therefore, although he said "find a good man to love", he couldn't find a better man than Mr. Yang for a while, so he could only continue to love Mr. Yang, hoping to impress Mr. Yang with sincerity.To impress Yang Yifeng, Shi Xiaomi has been using sincerity, while Qiu Yiyun has been using essence.

Yang Yifeng was kneeling on the bed, her buttocks were raised high, and she had an embarrassing expression on her face.Qiu Yiyun muttered, "Spare Shishu's legs!"

Yang Yifeng's face turned even redder: "No..."

Qiu Yiyun said in a sweet voice: "Uncle Shi...just open it up a little!"

Yang Yifeng still couldn't resist Yun'er's tenderness, and her waist was also weak, so she could only open her legs a little more.Moving an inch was enough to make him blush for a long time.Yun'er also knew that Yang Yifeng's sense of shame had almost reached its limit, so she didn't force her anymore, and stretched out her hand to rub Yang Yifeng's plump buttocks, looking very happy.

Yang Yifeng felt very comfortable, but also felt very ashamed, so she could only bury her head in the soft pillow.However, the smell of autumn clouds exuded from the soft pillow made him even more confused.The smell of Qiu Yiyun is the same whether it is before or after amnesia.Perhaps, he has been used to using the same spices, the same food, and the same washing method since he was a child—of course he would not wash the clothes himself.He remembered that the first time he lay in Qiu Yiyun's arms, that strong breath and that elegant smell were deeply engraved into his body.

Sometimes, he would smile gently at Yun'er and take care of him carefully, but he would always think of Qiu Yiyun's meticulous care of him in the past.If you don't really care, how can you be so considerate?What's more, Qiu Yiyun has never been the kind of person who is used to being low-key.