Chapter 1514: Chapter 1513: Side Story Spitting Blood
"Brother Ling Kong, your head is too hard. It hurt Yiyi a lot when it hit me. My forehead hurts so much, and even my mouth hurts."
Watching the little girl fretfully rub her delicate lips, Ling Kong’s face suddenly felt hot, and his gaze fell on her slightly reddened lips that had been bumped.
This girl said it was his head that bumped into her, but clearly, she bumped into him, her head hitting his, and her mouth even hitting... his lips.
Thinking of this, the boy’s snow-white face turned a faint pink, and his fingers couldn’t help but touch the corner of his own lips.
His heart was beating faster, accompanied by a subtle annoyance, as he glared at the clueless little girl.
This was his first kiss, and it was inexplicably taken by this little girl. The key point is that she still has a naive look, completely unaware of the situation. The more he looked at her, the angrier he felt!
But thinking about how young she is, there’s no way to hold a grudge against her.
With a melancholic frown, he looked at the small girl, wondering why she was still so young. She’s only seven years old now, while he is already 13. It will take a long time before she understands the difference between boys and girls, the taste of love.
It’s such a long wait, although he is patient enough to accompany her step by step as she grows.
But he still hopes that this little girl will grow up quickly and give him some kind of response.
Seeing her still rubbing her head, Ling Kong turned his face away and coughed, then turned back, pulling her up with a grumble, "Serves you right for barging into the room, climbing onto the bed and fooling around."
"It’s not my fault; look at the time, it’s already ten o’clock." The little girl said incredulously, chuckling, "Brother Ling Kong, you’re such a lazy pig, still not out of bed at this hour. I just wanted to surprise you."
"Mischievous, let me see where you got hurt."
He sat her on his knee, lowered his head, and gently checked her. The girl’s forehead was slightly red from bumping into his forehead, but she hadn’t really been hurt otherwise, thanks to the thick carpet on the floor.
Ling Kong applied a little soothing ointment, gently massaging her forehead with his fingertips, which felt very comfortable.
The golden sunlight poured in, spreading a thin golden veil on the floor, moving with the breeze, illuminating the bed with their figures— the lovely and quiet little girl and the handsome, attentive young boy. There was an innocent and beautiful feeling, like the most beautiful youthful painting, so poetic and gentle.
The warm breeze felt pleasant, with a flow of coziness in the air that made one feel intoxicated.
Unfortunately, it was soon disrupted.
The little girl raised her big eyes and innocently blurted out a sentence.
"Brother Ling Kong, you kind of remind me of my dad."
Ling Kong’s fingers stiffened, blood rising in his throat, his face turning a shade of iron blue, as he gritted his teeth.
Dad? Good heavens, he’s only 13 years old. Although mature beyond his years, his psychological age is indeed older than a thirty-year-old, but outwardly, he’s a youthful and handsome young man. How does he resemble a dad, how?
This annoying little girl, he is definitely not her dad.
"How do I resemble your dad?"
The little girl pondered with her chin in her hand, "I’m not sure, just feels similar. Both love me dearly, tender and attentive. Dad often hugs me like this and comforts me."
She really loves this feeling. Brother Ling Kong treats her as lovingly as a dad— pampering her, satisfying all her demands.
Ling Kong suddenly had a foreboding feeling. This little girl likes playing with him; could it be because she feels he treats her like Uncle Jun does? Oh no, won’t her feelings be misguided when she grows up, seeing him as a doting elder?
