The tips of Yue Tingfeng's ears turned red again, and his breathing, which he had finally calmed down, became disordered again.
Although Qingsi had done this kind of action many times before, and they were even closer, but... Yue Tingfeng felt that something was not right this time.
He wanted to pull the blue silk hair away, but he was afraid that if he pulled it violently, it would make the green silk hair sad.
Yue Tingfeng patted Qingsi on the back: "Do your job honestly, there are still many questions to finish."
Qingsi fell into his arms and didn't want to move. She said with a smile: "Brother, I think the sixth grade questions are so difficult. Why are you so smart?"
When I entered the sixth grade, the difficulty of various subjects, especially mathematics, became more and more difficult. Qingsi felt that it was a bit difficult.
Yue Tingfeng rubbed the top of her soft hair and said with a smile: "Because I am your brother. If I don't know how, how can I teach you... Do you want to write two more questions, or go to sleep?"
Qingsi sighed, "Let's study. I don't want to fail math when I start next time."
Qingsi sat up straight and started studying again.
When Yue Tingfeng lectured her on the topic, he used all his patience and gentleness. He could say one less word to others at school, but he would never say one less word.
In the first grade of high school, Yue Tingfeng was famous as the Bingshan school boy.
Together with Lin Chen, they become two icebergs that will never melt.
However, this still cannot affect the love of those little girls.
A bunch of seniors have gone and a bunch of girls have come, but the number of girls who like him will never decrease.
However, no one got half a smile from Yue Tingfeng.
Only those in 511 knew that all Yue Dashen’s smiles were for his little green plum.
After saying a few questions, Qingsi's eyelids began to twitch and her head moved slightly. Yue Tingfeng looked at her without saying anything and put his hand on the table. When she fell down, she just bumped into his hand. So as not to hit the table.
After a while, Qingsi's face pressed against Yue Tingfeng's hand, her eyes closed and she stopped moving.
The flesh on her face was as soft as when she was a child, so tender that he didn't dare to use force.
Seeing that the soft flesh on her cheeks was squeezed out of shape, and her small face looked even cuter, Yue Tingfeng couldn't help but smile.
Yue Tingfeng gently picked her up. Once upon a time, he had grown to almost 1.8 meters tall and could easily pick up his little girl.
The small ball nestled in his arms filled Yue Tingfeng's heart with tenderness.
He put Qingsi on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and sat on the edge of the bed without leaving immediately.
Yue Tingfeng reached out and stroked the broken hair from Qingsi's cheek, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead.
He used to do this often, but today, for some reason, it was... particularly different.
Yue Tingfeng stayed by the bed for an hour. When he saw that the time was already 10 o'clock, he left.
Before leaving, he couldn't help but whisper: "You, don't put too much pressure on yourself. If you can learn it, just learn it. If you can't learn it, don't worry about it... You just need to think about how to spend your time happily. Every day, that’s it.”
Yue Tingfeng left, opened the door, and was about to go out when Qingsi called out from behind: "Brother..."
Yue Tingfeng turned around immediately and saw that Qingsi did not wake up, but just turned over and fell asleep again.
Yue Tingfeng chuckled and murmured lovingly: "Little girl..."
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