Leng Changxi had never expected to be so dependent on an 8-year-old baby. She calmed down and thought about it carefully. In this strange era, besides her parents, he was the closest and best to her.
There will be a day when he will leave, but he can grow up to be his support. Thinking about it this way, he becomes more at ease.
Regarding her little husband, Leng Changxi regarded him as a baby from the bottom of her heart. Where could an eight-year-old kid go? With this thought, she would watch him and study him every day.
Consider it a hobby.
Although he is only an eight-year-old child, his childish face always reveals a sense of perseverance and depth, giving people the illusion that he is very mature. Looking at him, one can't help but think of himself when he was eight years old. It was such a world of difference.
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No matter what he did, the young husband never seemed to hide it from Leng Changxi. She didn't know whether it was because he underestimated his age or was too trusting. No matter what, she thought, the so-called intimacy was nothing more than this!
The night in early summer was slightly cool, and under the bright white moonlight, the night wind blew through the forest, making a rustling sound, and sang a long and long love song to the silent night.
The candlelight reflected outside the house through the window lattice blended into the shadow of the dancing trees, exuding a sense of warmth, as if time had stopped at this moment, and a thousand years of time had only passed in the blink of an eye.
In the study, the young husband lit an oil lamp, flipping through the book and making marks in the book with one hand, and holding the loving Leng Changxi in the other hand.
She was really not very interested in things that were similar to tadpole texts. She reluctantly read a few pages with her little husband, and she only knew a few simple words. Leng Changxi had always stayed away from such celestial texts, so she
The restless factor began to come into play.
She grabbed the hem of his clothes and kept twisting, kicking her feet to climb up.
"Little Bao'er, what's wrong?" He looked helplessly at the dishonest Leng Changxi, and the little husband's eyes were full of doting.
Leng Changxi looked up at his exquisite and perfect face, drool dripping from her mouth. It wasn't until he smiled and helplessly wiped it off for her with his sleeve that she smiled sheepishly at him.
, and then continue to work hard to climb up.
Probably seeing that she was really struggling, he gently picked up Leng Changxi with his hands, stood on his lap, and let her little hands pat and wipe the oil on his face.
Suddenly, there was a slight movement in the wind outside the window. The young husband squinted his eyes slightly, quickly hugged Leng Changxi into his arms, listened quietly for a moment, then got up and ran towards the courtyard.
Looking at the solemn expression on his face, Leng Changxi's heartbeat was beating rapidly. Although she wanted to see the live version of the fight, she didn't want to watch it in such a situation where she couldn't move, for fear that she would die if she didn't notice it.
Woohoo.
The little husband's movements were completed in one go, and in an instant she was standing in the yard in his arms.
Holding his neck tightly, Leng Changxi saw a slender figure in the forest under the hazy moonlight.
The young husband stood calmly in the courtyard until the figure slowly turned around. Suddenly, the moonlight reflected on his face became a bit gloomy. There was a frail aura of a scholar in his beautiful face, but just like that,
The way he walks without making a sound shows that he is a master who cannot be underestimated.
"Master Yuan!" He walked slowly over and bowed gently, neither humble nor overbearing.
"Who are you?" The guard in the young husband's eyes was still not lifted. He held Leng Changxi tightly in his arms and patted her back gently, as if to comfort her.
Leng Changxi could still figure out what to do at the critical moment, and she couldn't even utter a word in front of such a master.
"Is this your little lady? She's so cute." The man suddenly looked at Leng Changxi and said with a gentle smile.
The young husband calmly took a big step back and looked at him warily. After all, he was only an eight-year-old child. Leng Changxi was quite impressed by his ability to be so calm.
Then, the charming and charming man suddenly chuckled and said, "You are indeed the best among men. He is so calm and rare among his peers!"
It seems that Leng Changxi is not the only one who has this idea.
The young husband was not complacent about his compliment, but instead became more vigilant. He still stood in the moonlight without saying a word, letting the moonlight cast a layer of silver light on him.
"My Shi Hao, I have the honor to be ordered to teach Young Master Yuan." The man who called himself Shi Hao formally bowed to the young Xianggong.
Hearing this, the young husband was slightly surprised for a moment. After staring at him for a moment, he slowly calmed down and said, "How to teach?"
"See you on the fifteenth day of every month." After saying that, the young husband nodded slightly, Shi Hao smiled slightly and turned around and disappeared into the night.