Eight-year-old Si Mushan picked up a small glutinous rice dumpling and came back.
He was disgusted at first and felt that Xie Xiang had many problems. For example, it's stupid, it's clingy, its body temperature is so hot, and it's so soft that it can't be touched.
Si Mushan was impatient with Xiao Nuomi Dumpling and always chased her away.
Later, he took Xie Fang with him when he ate, took Xie Fang with him when he read, and took Xie Fang with him when he practiced martial arts.
Xie Xiang was sick and pestered him to sleep with him. He knew it was unreasonable, but when Xie Xiang made a crying sound, there was nothing he could do.
But as they grew up, the relationship between the two became neither far nor close.
Xie Xiang knew that he should set up his own business so as not to offend others again. She quietly sold some paintings to save money, and when the time came, she left the Si family.
She also has a secret.
While painting, she occasionally uncontrollably paints the thoughts of the people she touches.
One day, Si Mushan returned home.
Xie Xiang secretly glanced at him, carefully saluted properly, and was slightly supported by Si Mushan's extended hand.
Si Mushan looked down at her from top to bottom, his expression was cold and silent, his eyes were deep and dark.
Xie Xiang still couldn't help feeling aggrieved and let go.
Before nightfall, Xie Xiang was painting by the window as usual, and once again lost control of his pen tip.
An hour later, Xie Xiang stared at the scene in the scroll with Si Mushan holding her in his arms and kissing her softly, his cheeks and neck burning red.
The longer Si Mushan stayed at home, there was no way he could avoid touching them. The number of invisible paintings in Xie Xiang's box became more and more numerous, and it was so full that there was almost no place to hide them.
Xie Fang's earlobes were almost burning every day, and he finally couldn't help but tell the truth: "You always think about these things, I, I can't stand it."
She was almost exhausted.
Si Mushan suddenly stiffened.
Almost silent for a whole life.
Then he apologized silently.
"... I'm sorry."
"It seems out of control."
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The young master raises a little cub, a brother and sister team, with a six-year age difference. When they were young, they were childhood sweethearts who depended on each other. The heroine started to have a love line after she turned sixteen~
Intention: The future is bright
