Phoenix eyes stared deeply at the young boy, lips slowly parted, "Very charming..."
The young man’s voice was deep and magnetic, even just a single sentence carried an indescribable charm.
That serious and sexy voice seemed like feathers, tickling the boy’s heart bit by bit. Bi Xia held her phone, looking down at the photo of her and Qin Zhan. Her delicate and pretty face was calm, but the tips of her ears were slightly flushed.
Gently stroking the photo of the two of them, Bi Xia lowered her head, feeling her heartbeat, and silently muttered, "I’m done for." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel·fire·net
That voice, it’s totally against the rules!
A slight bow of the head revealed the boy’s jet-black hair. A large hand naturally and intimately ruffled the soft strands at the top of his head. Qin Zhan’s gaze fell on those reddened earlobes, a meaningful smile barely curled at the corners of his lips, his phoenix eyes deep and dark.
"Little Nine isn’t saying anything, are you shy?" Softly threading his fingers through the boy’s hair, feeling its smoothness, he couldn’t resist pinching the boy’s earlobe, "Why are your ears red, hmm?"
Uneasy, she moved her ear slightly, Bi Xia slightly dodged, "Don’t touch that, it will make them bigger."
Raising an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes, "Oh, what will it make bigger?"
"My earlobes." Bi Xia grabbed Qin Zhan’s hand that had been teasing her ears.
"So it’s the earlobes," Qin Zhan settled down, looking at the boy’s annoyed expression, couldn’t help but laugh softly.
Reversing grip, he played with the boy’s hand, really, although he looked small, this hand was slender and long, "Little Nine?"
"Hmm?" Bi Xia looked at Qin Zhan in confusion.
"Drink more milk in the future, you’ll grow faster," Qin Zhan suggested.
Suddenly realizing, Bi Xia flared up like a cat whose fur was standing on end, "I’m 175! 175! Not short at all!"
In a crowd, I’m still way taller, got it! Looking over, all you’d see are the tops of heads. Is that short?!
"Hmm, not short," Qin Zhan said with a smile, smoothing the boy’s fur, "Just not quite tall enough."
Bi Xia: What’s the difference!!!
"Be good, it’s good for boys to be a bit taller, it’s easier to kick people," Qin Zhan teased.
Kicking people... Bi Xia rolled her eyes. Thankfully, she was quite decent in character, otherwise, under Fourth Brother’s influence, she’d be messed up sooner or later. Thus thinking, she stole a glance under the table at Qin Zhan’s long legs, oh! Long legs, so impressive!
I’m a girl! A girl! That counts as long legs among girls too, okay!
Seeing the boy’s little sullen face, Qin Zhan chuckled lowly, it seemed that as long as he was by the boy’s side, he was no longer just Qin Zhan. He didn’t have so many worries and responsibilities, he was just a person who wholeheartedly wanted to protect and dote on this child before him.
Everyone says the Four Masters of Beijing never smile, cold-hearted and indifferent, but actually, it’s not that he doesn’t want to smile, it’s just because he hasn’t encountered anything or anyone that deserved to make him happy.
Qing City... really is a magical place...
"What are you laughing at!" Thinking the young man was mocking her, Bi Xia glared fiercely at him.
Qin Cha shook his head, pinched the boy’s little face, phoenix eyes meeting those starry ones, saying slowly, "Little Nine, haven’t you noticed, being with me is different from being with others."
[Have you noticed that in front of Qin Zhan, you’re like a different person?]
Suddenly, the words from a while ago said by 007 floated in her mind. Though it was a joke, Bi Xia couldn’t deny it; it was true.
In front of anyone, even her mother, she was strong, decisive, because they needed her. But in front of Qin Zhan, she was just ordinary, with fewer responsibilities, fewer demands, feeling relaxed and free.
Smiling slightly, Bi Xia nodded, "Yes, very different."
People are often ; in front of those who need you, you are strong. But when faced with someone willing to pamper you and shield you from everything, you unconsciously loosen the burdens on your shoulders, act spoiled, act willful, because you know, no matter what, that person will never leave you...