Ying Shao is a Girl

Ling Yiche thought about the feasibility of her words and seemed to think it was not feasible.

Then he shook his head solemnly.

"don't want."

"..."

Ying Junchu had a dark look on his face.

There was a crack in the usually cold face.

I want to hit someone! ! !

…

calm.

calm.

calm.

"Then what do you want to do?" Ying Junchu asked him calmly, resisting the urge to hit.

The young man tilted his head, as if he understood what she said.

"Want to do math problems..."

The tone was very serious, not like what a drunk person could say.

"..."

"Okay, not tonight."

Do twice as much tomorrow.

Either way.

"Chuchu is the best..."

A bright and bright smile bloomed on the young man's beautiful face, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, the crescent moon crescents, and his eyes full of stars.

"..."

Just not doing math problems tonight can make you so happy? !

We have to do the same thing tomorrow.

He couldn't solve the problem in this state today, and it was of no use at all.

Ling Yiche still held her sleeve tightly, showing no signs of relaxing.

It's not okay to go on like this. How can I sober him up if he stays here all the time?

Ying Junchu stood up and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the boy let go of her sleeves, but hugged her arms with his two paws.

Feel the palpable weight on your arms.

"..."

I really want to hit someone.

But she has no habit of domestic violence.

"Obey and let go."

Her clear and cold voice struck the boy's eardrums, and there seemed to be a hint of clarity in his hazy eyes.

"..." Ling Yiche didn't answer.

His head was buried, his eyelids were drooped, and his two paws did not loosen even a little bit.

The attitude is obvious, just don’t.

"I have something to do and I have to go. Please let me go first."

Ying Junchu tried to persuade him, using words as much as possible and not using hands.

It's not very smart to have a discussion with someone who's completely drunk.

But there is no other way now.

"Something's wrong...Okay then..." Ling Yiche slowly let go of his hand.

A few years later, he hugged Ying Junchu's arm again.

"..." What's the fuss about?

"I-I want to go with Chuchu..."

The young man's voice was tinged with drunkenness, and the volume was low, but just enough for Ying Junchu to hear clearly.

"good."

Ying Junchu walked in front, and the young man followed her step by step, holding the corners of her shirt tightly in his hands, looking cautious and cautious, like a cat that was afraid of being abandoned.

"Let me go. I'll make you tea. The water is very hot and will burn you."

"Hmm... ok."

Ying Junchu's shirt was finally freed from the boy's claws.

The shirt, which was ironed straight and white, had several obvious wrinkles.

They are all the masterpieces of Ling Yiche.

When Ying Junchu made tea for him, the boy sat quietly on the chair, with his hands behind his back and his posture upright, like an obedient and well-behaved primary school student.

The young man stared at her intently without turning his eyes.

Ying Junchu's technique was skillful and neat, and the tea was brewed quickly.

The light brown tea in the blue and white porcelain is constantly emitting curls of white smoke, and the soft outline of the young man is looming in the curls of white smoke.

"Drink."

Ying Junchu gently placed the cup of tea in front of him, making a small but crisp sound when it touched the glass table.

"Be careful of the burn."

She added that now that Ling Yiche was drunk, his brain circuit might be different and he might do something stupid, so it would be safer to give him more warnings.

She is a responsible guardian after all.

Ling Yiche understood her words and waited for a while.

In winter, the temperature in the air is relatively low and cools down quickly. After a while, the scalding tea becomes warm.

Ling Yiche picked up the cup and took a tentative sip.

The fair little face wrinkled slightly.

It tastes terrible.