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"Chou Qian, it's time for you to go."

"kindness."

"I'll give you a kiss, then you can go." I'll give you something in return, so you'd better listen to me.

"Okay." I turned around and kissed him. "Let's go."

"It's that simple." Chouqian looked at me blankly, asking with a hint of grievance.

"How complicated could it be?" This person's brain short-circuited.

I'll kiss you back.

Okay, no objection, it can be dessert.

Chouqian's lips were cool, and tasted like tea, initially bitter, but then like sweet dew.

He put his arm around my shoulder, and naturally I wasn't going to let him get away with it, so I wrapped my arms around his waist and... I'll kill you...

“Xiao Yi…”

Don't be too sentimental, there's no need right now. Giving you a kiss is already very kind of you.

"National Day! National Day! National Day, are you home?"

Zi Mo? What's he doing here? I nudged Chou Qian.

Chouqian showed no intention of letting me go, and the kiss deepened.

Is this ever going to end? You can't eat too many snacks, and you can't have an affair.

She gritted her teeth and stomped on his foot, then slipped under his arm and quickly went to open the door for Zi Mo.

Men are never satisfied, nor do they need to be.

I opened the door, even if I wasn't angry, I had to put on an act: "What!" to show that I wasn't someone to be bullied.

"Lord Peng is looking for Minister Sikong."

Looking for him? Not me? --Bang! --I slammed the door shut. If you're not looking for me, then don't. I'll stay angry with you.

"Open the door on the 11th."

No.

"On the eleventh, Lord Peng sought out the Minister of Works with an urgent report from the border." I'm not in a hurry; I don't care if the country falls. "I don't care who falls in love with whom; I don't care, I don't care anyway."

Chou Qian said, "I'll go take a look." He opened the door. Silence and indifference filled him, a poignant sense of loneliness.

Pshaw! It's all an act.

Chou Qian left. Zi Mo came in. "Come on. One or two makes no difference."

"What are you doing."

"Enjoy the beauty." There's so much on the ground.

Zi Mo frowned; he frowned every day. "I'll put it away for you."

I nodded, sat down, and picked at my nails. They'd take me in so they could get a handsome man in return. Ugly Qian was too much for me to handle. Zi Mo tidied my room. He separated the drawing paper according to the different ranks of officials. He ultimately chose to climb the ladder, but what good would it do him? It would only bring him endless worries.

"Please wash my clothes while you're at it. Xiaocao and my mom are out, and there's no one to do the chores."

Zi Mo put away the painting, went to bed to tidy his clothes, and said that good men are made, and training is very important.

Zi Mo put it away and walked out.

I haven't let you leave yet. I called out to him, "Help me trim my nails, they're too long."

Zi Mo looked at me, put down the clothes, took the utensils from my hands, and skillfully served me.

"Sharpening point".

Zi Mo held my hand and asked, puzzled, "Why? What if you hurt yourself?"

"It's fine, the sharper the better." Let's use Chou Qianyong to see if he dares to come see me again.

"No, it almost hurt my eye last time. It can't be too long or too sharp. I'll trim it for you."

Upon hearing this, I immediately sat down on the ground and rolled around, shouting, "No, no, I want to trim the tip, I want to keep it long!"

"Eleven—" Zi Mo tried to help me up, but I wouldn't get up. "I—want—to—be—a—top-tier!"

"Get up and we'll talk about it later."

I won't get up. Based on past experience, if I get up, we'll argue for an hour, but if I stay on the ground, we'll argue for a minute. So I'll sit on the ground, kicking my legs and acting like a spoiled child.

Zi Mo raised the tool in his hand and sighed, "Just this once. Once it's sharpened, you can't clench your fist, you can't touch it randomly, you can't scratch your hair, you can't touch heavy objects, you can't not wash your hands, you can't..."

"I know, I won't do anything, I'll just let you serve me."

Zi Mo helped me up, and I didn't refuse.

Zi Mo is very skilled at cutting nails; she would definitely be a nail technician in modern times.

He took my hand, brought warm water to warm my nails, and carefully cleaned away all the mess inside. He patiently compared the length and tip. I looked at him, so focused on serving me; he had lost a lot of weight. Wasn't it tiring standing outside every day? I unconsciously touched his head; he liked to touch me like that.

Zi Mo picked up the small scissors and asked, "What's wrong? Is there something on my head?"