room next to them.The decoration of the first floor is fresh and understated, with a pure warm white tone as the base, paired with a light blue background wall.Some small green plants and oil painting...As Wu Xia was just about to speak to Wu Ling.
Although Wu Ling was startled, her eyes immediately lit up.
There are some little joys in his heart that he himself doesn't realize.
He heard that extremely familiar voice by his ear and immediately raised his head to look in the direction of the sound.
But things didn't turn out as expected.
When he looked up, Wu Xie happened to lower his head.
They were already very close, but when he looked up and she looked down, the distance between them shrank even further, almost touching.
However, because Wu Ling's head turned rather abruptly and her body leaned forward slightly.
So this caused him to, when facing his own husband, lose control of his body and headbutt him without warning.
"Hmm."
Accompanied by a breath that sounded like pain.
Wu Lingna's nose was still slightly red from crying earlier, and she bumped her little tip right into a firm chin.
There was a dull thud.
However, that wasn't all. As Wu Ling was colliding noses, the corner of his lips also grazed a hard yet slightly soft bone that felt incredibly familiar to him.
At that moment, Wu Ling didn't know if it was the pain or an unconscious reflex from being hit, but she let out a hiss that sounded like pain.
As is well known, force is mutual and has a certain degree of elasticity and rebound.
So, as the voice rang out, Wu Ling shot straight up into the air.
His golden little head seemed to bounce back from Wu Xie's strength.
At once, it rebounded from Wu Xie's neck to Chen Yunxi's chest with a "duang" sound.
To be honest, Wu Ling was a little dumbfounded at this moment.
He leaned half against his uncle's chest, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and helplessness.
When he felt the sourness in his nose and the pain in his tongue, his fingertips trembled slightly as he touched his nose.
It doesn't matter if you don't touch it, the moment you touch it, he'll wince in pain.
"Hmm!"
Ouch ouch ouch!
Wu Ling's face immediately crumpled into a small, bitter expression.
He let out a hiss from his mouth, covering his nose slightly. His voice was a little resentful as he spoke to Wu Xie, who looked a bit at a loss beside him:
"Are you the reinforcements sent by Uncle Three"
However, because he had hit his tongue, his voice was a little unclear when the words fell.
There was no reply from Wu Xie as usual.
... but on her chin sprouted a single, though hard, very gentle palm.
Rough fingers pressed against his jaw, half-forcing him to lift his head.
What's wrong Don't move.
Wu Ling looked up in the hazy light above and saw her older brother's face suddenly enlarged.
Wu's brows furrowed tightly, her lowered eyelashes unable to conceal the darkness and worry in her eyes.
"Look, brother."
His profound gaze lingered on Wu Ling's face for two seconds, pausing at the tip of his reddened nose.
That rough fingertip, a little cautiously, lightly rubbed against this soft little nose tip.
However, even if his movements were as gentle as could be, the calluses on his fingertips were still somewhat rough.
While Wu Ling's skin was too delicate.
So when the two meet.
Wu Ling's shoulders trembled immediately, and she let out a small hiss from her mouth.
Wu Xie's fingers froze instantly, and he looked at him nervously, his voice laced with guilt: "Does it hurt"
"It doesn't hurt."
To his surprise, Wu Ling frowned and shook her head, not saying she was in pain.
Instead, he reached out and rubbed his nose, his little face as if savoring something, babbling away:
"It's a little sour, a little numb, and a little spicy."
Wu Xie: "..."
After Wu Ling spoke those words, which were like critiquing a hot pot base, Wu Xie was completely dumbfounded.
However, as someone who had spent over three months with his younger brother, Wu Xie had come to accept his sibling's unusual way of thinking.
He saw that Wu Ling's nose was a little red, but it wasn't seriously injured. He let out a small sigh of relief.
His gaze fell once more upon the slightly parted lips of his own child.
Wu Xie's body stiffened, and his sharp eyes spotted a trace of blood on the tip of the tongue.
He frowned slightly, his rough fingertips gently pressed against Wu Ling's lips, causing him to part them slightly. His voice was low and soothing as he whispered:
"I stuck out my tongue to see if I had bitten it."
After Wu Xie's words fell, Wu Ling smacked her lips, as if savoring them, and said in a slightly slurred voice:
"It seems like it was bitten, I even tasted the metallic taste of blood."
After saying that, he pouted with a slightly disdainful expression, smacked his lips twice, and muttered, "Not tasty."
"My little ancestor, how could human blood possibly be delicious."
Wu Xie heard this, his expression was a little helpless and amused.
When he's like this, the only one I can still think about eating with is his little brother.
He shook his head helplessly, stretching out his fingertips to gently touch Wu Ling's face, and coaxed softly in his mouth:
"Open your mouth, let me see your tongue."
"Aw."
Wu Ling was very obedient and followed her older brother's words.
He stuck out his red, juicy tongue with a little "pfu" sound just like a puppy would.
Her big eyes sparkled as she looked at Wu Xie, as if asking, "Don't I look cute"
Wu Xie's heart had been filled with worry, but seeing his younger brother still able to joke and fool around eased some of that tension.
He leaned in slightly towards Wu Ling, his finger gently lifting his chin, taking a close look at the tongue that was sticking out of his mouth.
Wu Ling's tongue was small and very red, a healthy rosy color, looking quite kissable.
Wu narrowed her eyes and looked carefully, noticing a small cut at the tip of the little tongue. The blood was just coming from there.
But at this time, the bleeding from this small opening had stopped, and it didn't seem to be a serious problem.
Wu Xie's heart relaxed slightly. He reached out and gently pinched Wu Ling's face, his eyelashes fluttering as he spoke in a soft voice:
"Doesn't it hurt"
Looking at the face before him, etched with remorse, Wu Ling's eyes flickered, his gaze filled with aversion.
He doesn't like his older brother making that face.
As soon as the idea came to her, Wu Ling's eyes lit up. She looked directly at him and blurted out:
"Brother, look at me."
"Huh"
Wu Xie heard this, drooping his eyes to look at him.
The next second, the expression of guilt on his face vanished instantly.
She couldn't help but burst out laughing.
You little monkey.
It's very simple to comfort Wu Xia, who is plagued by feelings of self-blame.
One Wu Ling is all that's needed.
When Wu Xia because accidentally let her baby's tongue get scraped, she felt guilty.
Wu Ling directly tugged on his sleeve, making him lower his head to look at her.
Wu Xie listened to his younger brother.
So when Wu Ling finished speaking, Wu Xie looked down at him.
There were some profound gazes, shining brightly and landing on Wu Ling's face. It was a face that was excessively delicate, looking just like a flawless porcelain doll.
At this moment, Wu Ling was tilting her head, her light brown eyes wide and fixed on him without blinking. Her face showed nothing out of the ordinary.
However, Wu Xie didn't ask.
Wu Ling was extremely delicate in the previous second, like a well-behaved doll.
And in the next second, he suddenly pinched his own cheeks with both hands and then pulled them lightly.
Then her facial expression changed, her big eyes instantly became squinty, and her little tongue poked out with a pop.
He made a cute and funny little clown face.
At this moment, he was still immersed in the self-blame from just a second ago.
The next second, seeing his younger brother's watery eyes suddenly turn into a cockeyed look, Wu Xie couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
"Poof."
But after Wu Xie laughed, Wu Ling's mouth suddenly pouted out, looking like a little duck.
And his rosy little tongue was still lapping at the corner of his mouth, looking like he was blowing bubbles, and he said mischievously:
"Muamu, xiaofeiyu is here to whisper~"
At this moment, Wu Xie really couldn't control himself and burst out laughing.
This private room is not very big, about 12 square meters.
And besides, all of you have eagle eyes.
So, everyone here can clearly see the mischievous look on Wu Ling's face.
For a moment, almost everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Even the usually composed and collected Chen Yunxi couldn't help but let out a chuckle.
He was still a little worried about the young master's wound and was about to take out the self-made ointment from his sleeve.
The moment his finger touched the medicine bottle, before he even pulled it out, the young master's ghostly expression suddenly appeared.
Even though he usually had a cool temperament, this time he couldn't help but laugh out loud at his young master's antics.
"Pfft."
When he laughed, the silver bells at the ends of his long hair that draped across his shoulders jingled.
As his laughter gently swayed, it emitted a melodious sound.
"Jingle..."
Hearing that familiar ringing sound, Wu Ling's eyes lit up and she turned her head directly.
The result is because the little ghost face on his face is still doing it.
This move of his was equivalent to delivering a straight-up, face-to-face attack right in front of Chen Yunxi.
Chen Yunxi's expression froze for a moment, then the light smile on her lips widened unconsciously.
He has always been relatively thin. At 6'4" (1 meter and 92 centimeters) tall, he weighs less than 120 pounds. He looks even thinner than Wu Ling.
So when he laughed, his body inevitably shook a little.
Because his face was pale, he looked frail and weak, as if he would be blown apart by a strong wind.
Although she looks frail, Chen Yunxi's strength is greater than both Wu Sansheng and Pan Zi's.
Therefore, the 108-pound Wu Ling, pressing on the 112-pound him, didn't suppress his shaking caused by laughter.
Instead, he directly took Wu Ling and started walking.
At this moment, Wu Ling felt as if she wasn't sitting on her Aunt Yun's lap at home, but rather on a tractor rumbling along a dirt road.
Tap, tap, tap.
Even the little hairs were shaking back and forth.
To be honest, this feeling is quite fun, but there's a downside to it.
That's because Chen Yunxi was simply too thin.
Wu Ling sat on his lap, it was somewhat uncomfortable...
It's not like Wu Ling got a bargain and is acting arrogant.
Because he knew his aunt Yun was naturally strong and could easily bear his weight, he sat directly on her lap without any restraint.
When he was little, he often sat on his Aunt Yun's lap like this.
Auntie Yun sat on a bench, frying herbs. He sat on her lap playing with snakes and bells.
Back then, I sat for the whole day, and not only was my butt not sore, but it felt quite comfortable.
Because he was small back then, there would be a paper bag on his bottom. That paper bag got old and soft after a while, so by the end of the day, his butt wouldn't hurt at all.
And the paper bags will also be frequently changed by Auntie Yun.
So Wu Ling's whole day, his butt not only wasn't sore, but was actually quite comfortable.
But now it's not possible.
He grew up.
That paper bag can't fit anymore.
So now Wu Ling's butt is sore from being rubbed.
Thinking of this, Wu Ling couldn't help but shed a tear of bittersweetness that came with growing up.
He sighed, withdrew his hand from his face, and shifted slightly in his seat.
Originally, he wanted to go down from his aunt Cloud.
But it seems as though Aunt Yun misunderstood his meaning.
He had just shifted his little bottom, perhaps Auntie Yun noticed the weight on her legs had disappeared. Her originally light smile softened a little, and she looked at him with a puzzled expression.
But before Wu Ling could speak, his Aunt Yun's hands smoothly moved from his waist to his back and patted him lightly.
The voice was as gentle and cool as always.
"What's wrong Are you in pain"
Upon hearing this, Wu Ling's eyes lit up, and she immediately nodded vigorously like a chick pecking at rice.
He originally thought his aunt was spiritually connected to him, knowing that his butt hurt.
However, the little tuft of fur on top of his head that represented his true form just stood up and hadn't even had time to shake about.
He moved his hand from his waist up, gently tilting his chin upwards.
Chen Yunxi's fingers were not as hot and rough as Wu Xie's fingertips. Instead, they were icy cold and delicate, like the soft limbs of a cold-blooded animal.
"Huh"
Wu Ling looked at her aunt Yun with some puzzlement, a slight worry in her heart.
Why touch his chin when your butt hurts
Could this be a new treatment method
However, Wu Ling didn't think deeply, in his slightly dazed eyes.
His aunt gently pinched his cheek and said softly,
"Open your mouth, let me see."
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Upon hearing this, Wu Ling's eyes became a little lost, her little antenna-like hair quivering and shrinking into a small question mark.
However, being lost doesn't mean having a low IQ.
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