The little fairy who is reborn as a school grass boss

284 Chapter 284: My little baby

Shen Qinghuan had never been seen by a man other than Shen Haotian, so she turned her face subconsciously.

Lu Ziheng's voice was deep and deep, but he deliberately teased: "I just said arrogantly that I didn't see enough of my brother, why don't you watch it now?"

The boy's hand covered the back of the girl's hand, and all his movements were done carefully, for fear of pressing—teng—the girl he loved.

When Lu Ziheng's fingertips slid over the broken hair beside his ear, he could feel Shen Qinghuan's shoulders trembling.

All actions that wanted to continue stopped abruptly at this moment.

Really.

What the hell is he doing?

I didn't say that things about feelings need to be done step by step, so it can't be so urgent.

Lu Ziheng bowed his body, and simply left a kiss on Shen Qinghuan's forehead, without any other overstepping actions.

"Does your stomach still hurt?" Lu Ziheng asked quietly.

Shen Qinghuan was still in the thrilling collision just now, she could actually feel the longing deep in Lu Ziheng's heart.

Fifteen and sixteen years old are in puberty, and it is actually quite normal to have these thoughts.

Shen Qinghuan was even thinking just now, if Lu Ziheng asked to go further, would she?
But he held it back.

He is such a traditional and sensible boy, and he also gave hints earlier, saying that he has something to keep when he gets married.

Shen Qinghuan didn't dare to meet Lu Ziheng's gaze, she was in a trance for a moment, and she shook her head.

"Since you don't sleep, brother will take you somewhere."

Lu Ziheng wrapped Shen Qinghuan in his arms, and picked him up like a princess.

Maybe the position was not right, Shen Qinghuan frowned in pain, and instinctively pushed Lu Ziheng with both hands.

But her strength is relatively weak, that kind of strength cannot stop Lu Ziheng.

Shen Qinghuan could even feel Lu Ziheng's rapid breathing, and she heard his hoarse voice: "Xiao Qinghuan. You are really my little baby."

In the past, Shen Qinghuan never thought that she could be regarded as a treasure by people without blood relationship other than her parents, let alone that that person would hold her in the palm of her hand and dote on her.

Maybe it's because she was born with a pair of very pure eyes. When she is not talking, she makes outsiders look like little animals, very obedient.

When the two of them finished dressing and went out, Shen Qinghuan felt the coldness of the snowflakes sliding across his cheeks outside, "Ah Heng."

"Ok?"

"There is snow!"

"Ah."

He said very little and focused on her in his arms.

Lu Ziheng was careful all the way, lest Shen Qinghuan fall off.

The little girl was quite comfortable. The two legs hanging from his waist were dangling, and she even put her arms around her neck, saying to herself coquettishly, "A Heng. Put me down, let me down."

The handsome boy blushed, and carefully placed the girl on the ground.

He just knew that when she hit the ground, she fell to the ground like a wild horse that had run loose, including the quilt she was wearing.

The snow fell about a foot high, and Shen Qinghuan's rubber shoes creaked and creaked when she stepped on the ground. She clapped her hands and wrote stroke by stroke on the snow: "SQHLZH."

The boy who followed behind did not imagine that in the story, he followed behind stroke by stroke and added his whole life.

He doesn't know whether there will be variables in the future, so he won't make those empty and uncertain promises, because if the promises are not fulfilled, those who wait will become miserable.

Lu Ziheng didn't want Shen Qinghuan to become like that, he hoped that she would always be his little fairy and a happy existence for the rest of her life.

(End of this chapter)