little master

51.

He came together, and my heart immediately hung in my throat. Seeing him leave, I stood up reflexively, my body reacted faster than my brain, and I reached out and grabbed him: "Qingqing!"

The young master was expressionless: "Let go."

Just kidding, letting go at this time is equivalent to being sentenced to death directly.

Instead of letting go, I went one step further and pulled him into my arms. Feeling his struggle, I sincerely admitted my mistake: "I was wrong."

He was unmoved: "Let me go."

I continued to admit my mistake: "I was really wrong. Don't let it go."

After weighing the weight between concealment and false temptation, I took a deep breath and tried to confess and be lenient: "I asked that question because he came to you today."

The body in his arms froze visibly.

I picked him up horizontally, regardless of struggling, walked to the sofa and sat down, locked him in my arms forcibly, and kissed him cautiously: "Don't be angry, just listen to me, okay?"

The young master said stiffly: "Not good."

I sighed, and narrated to him what happened in the afternoon in detail. When I heard the last birthday gift, the young master snorted softly: "It's more than a month late, and this gift is really timely."

I observed his expression and asked with lingering fear: "Are you still angry?"

He glared at me: "Who told you to let him in?"

I bowed my head silently: "I was wrong."

Then I took out the document stuffed under the coffee table and handed it to him flatteringly: "Here are the things."

He looked at the pile of documents with disgust, as if he was looking at something disgusting. When I saw this, I immediately threw it into the trash can knowingly: "I will dispose of it right away."

The consequence of taking those things was that the young master refused to let me touch him with that hand, and he barely passed the test after washing with hand sanitizer four or five times.Not only that, I was forcibly deprived of the right to warm his bed, and I could only sleep on the sofa with a pillow and quilt.

Miserable.

I swear, I will never touch anything handed over there again in my life.

Afraid of accidents, I thought about it the next day and told Grandpa Qi about it.The other party calmly said that this matter was left to him to deal with.I was relieved, and devoted myself to coaxing the young master.

All 36 strategies were put into battle, and I gave full play to my face-saving function. Except for climbing on the bed-he didn't allow it, and I would be even angrier if I did it-basically did everything. After nearly half a month, I finally saw his smiling face again.

I took a deep breath, and the exhaustion of racking my brains for days to please him was completely dispelled by his smile. I stretched out my long arms and embraced the "lost and recovered" treasure in my arms.

His tone was cold: "I haven't forgiven you yet."

If I hadn't seen the smile in his eyes, I would have been deceived by him, but even though I knew he was trying to be brave, I could only cooperate and said: "Then what do you want to do to forgive me?"

He will be ruthless to the end: "Do not forgive."

I kissed him fawningly: "I was wrong, I promise there will be no next time. I will do whatever you ask me to do in the future. If he comes again, I will just kick him out. Other things may not work, but I can still fight alone. Hit him."

There was a crack in the young master's indifferent mask: "He brought a lot of people."

I lightly kissed the corner of his lips: "But they are not as good as me."

The young master finally couldn't hold back, and wanted to say something, when he opened his mouth, I took advantage of it, and the tip of his tongue pressed against him, all the pretended coldness in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a blush that gradually appeared on his cheeks.

After the kiss was over, he blushed, and wanted to maintain his cold personality, looking at me with a straight face.

I know that he has softened, and I no longer have scruples. I lowered my head to meet his gaze, and my mind wandered wildly. The young master seems to have grown a little taller than last year, but he is still not as tall as me. When kissing, he still needs to look up... without waiting for me After thinking about it, I felt my neckline being pulled.

When I came back to my senses, the young master was looking at me with piercing eyes.

I subconsciously wanted to kiss him again, but he avoided him, as if he didn't want to kiss me again, I was a little flustered, I didn't show it on my face, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong?"

He pulled me down and said angrily, "You are too tall."

……

I am silent.

After thinking about it, I bent down and picked him up while he wasn't paying attention. He was caught off guard and quickly put his arms around my neck, with my legs wrapped around my waist by my support.

In this posture, he is just a little taller than me.

I looked up at him: "It's fine."

The young master was busy with the initial panic before he understood what I meant.

"Can I kiss you now?" I asked solemnly.

The young master blinked. From this perspective, he looked more at a loss than usual, like an angel lost in the world, and like an elf who had just entered the world.

Waves quickly appeared in his eyes, and he lowered his head slightly. I grabbed his lips first, and exchanged another kiss with him.

He liked this posture very much, so I didn't rush to put him down, and let him observe me from this novel angle, enjoying the benefits of a high viewing angle, touching the top of my head for a while, and nodding between my eyebrows for a while.

When he had had enough, I supported him with one hand, and with the other hand, I grabbed his messy hand and brought it to my mouth for a nibble.

The young master was about to jump up, but I held him down dumbfounded to prevent him from falling due to his body imbalance.

He pinched my ear in retaliation: "Don't bite me!"

I nodded: "OK."

"I want to be taller in the future!"

"it is good."

"Just listen to me."

"it is good."

"Just like me."

He probably said this sentence casually, and he was a little dazed when he said it, so he covered my ears.

But I have heard it.

He is a little annoyed.

I was very happy and nodded very solemnly: "Okay. I only love you."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his head slightly, blinked his eyes, and buried his head on my neck a moment later, with a muffled voice: "...don't lie to me."

I stroked his back: "I won't lie to you. I love you."

He rubbed against the side of my neck and didn't speak for a long time. Just when I thought he was asleep, I caught a wave in my ear.

As if with all his might, but in a barely audible voice, he said to me:

"I like you too."

Theend.

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That's it, thank you for your likes, Qingqing and Ji Shao say goodbye to everyone