[Story 1]
[Daily·Extra]
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"Look, this is bitter melon. Bitter melon is very nutritious. You should eat more of it in the future."
At one side of the dining table, the man leaned over the table, looking at the plate with a look of rejection, his icy blue eyes revealing obvious disdain: "No."
...like a picky eater.
Because of that pretty and cute face, the white and tender cheeks puffed up, and the reluctant look was also very cute... So, even if he was picky about food, I was reluctant to educate him seriously. Yu Chu rubbed his forehead helplessly.
Seeing her expression, An Moer was silent for a moment, turned his face away aggrievedly, stared at the plate of bitter melon, then raised his head and looked at Yu Chu, and whispered: "Okay then... I'll listen to Ryan, Ryan, don't be angry."
He pursed his rosy lips, picked up a piece of bitter melon, slowly bit it and chewed it, frowned his delicate eyebrows, and ate the dish with a wronged look.
After eating, he drank a sip of water and looked at the girl, his eyes sparkling: "Ryan, I'm done."
Yu Chu touched his head, "Okay..."
Before she finished speaking, the person pursed her bright red lips, half-narrowed her beautiful eyes, and said softly:
"To be rewarded."
"…"
This person often acts cute in such a shameful way.
After doing something nice, he would softly ask for kisses and hugs. If he didn't give them to her, he would puff up his cheeks and get angry. When she tried to coax him again, she would look at her with a wronged look, which softened her heart. Then he would blink his eyes reservedly and make the final request:
"Ryan, let's try a different position tonight."
Yu Chu: "…"
It's your turn, uncle!
She couldn't stop blushing and asked seriously, "Where did you learn the word 'posture'?"
The boy blinked cutely: "Every time I see you, I start thinking. Of course, I learned it by myself."
"…"
To be honest, Yu Chu had no idea how the innocent and adorable little mermaid could have turned into the coquettish and cute hooligan boy he is today.
Because she knew that he was that person, sometimes she would wonder, Feng Qing himself...could he also be such a double-faced gangster?
——Perhaps because I have such a close relationship with him, when I think of him, I will unconsciously think of his name instead of a distant honorific.
She still remembered the brilliant sunshine on a certain day, when the delicate boy was carelessly resting his forehead on his hand, the sunlight shining on his extremely handsome face, and his voice was pleasant:
"I am Feng Qing, remember that."
"I'll remember it." She whispered. For some reason, she suddenly raised her head and added seriously and softly, "My name is... Yu Chu."
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"What?" The man behind her didn't hear clearly, so he leaned down slightly, held her earlobe with his thin lips, and said in a soft and hoarse voice, "...Did it hurt you?"
The girl's eyes sparkled with tears. She bit her lips and felt the man's slender fingers touching her waist. She couldn't help but open her lips and look at the icy blue pillow. Her voice was fragmented in the surging pleasure:
"Um... I, say... don't call me Ryan. Call me, Yu Chu... okay?"
The young man curled his lips slightly, unexpectedly, but did not ask why. He just leaned over slightly, and his icy blue hand fell on her back, feeling slightly cool.
His thin, soft lips fell on the girl's back, his drooping eyelashes were long and thick, and his voice was soft:
"Chu Chu... An Moer loves you very much."