Ying Shao is a Girl

Ying Junchu gently stroked the wooden comb in his hand.

Exactly the same?

No, that doesn't seem right.

She remembered.

That half month...

The half moon is facing in the wrong direction!

The half moon of Xiaojiu's wooden comb is facing the teeth.

The half moon of this comb is facing the comb handle.

Two and a half moons make up a complete full moon.

So, what does this mean?

At present, the only thing she can be sure of is that Ling Yiche and Xiaojiu have a certain relationship.

The sound of the bathroom door opening brought her back from her thoughts.

The boy who looked like a little lamb walked out of the bathroom.

The shirt on his upper body fits fairly well, and he has a slim figure.

The top button was undone, revealing the beautiful and delicate collarbone.

The pants were a bit long and covered his ankles, a bit like a child wearing adult clothes.

A pair of azure eyes are sparkling and very alluring.

His slender white hands tightly grasped the hem of his shirt.

Her cheeks were flushed and her expression was a bit unnatural.

Ying Junchu glanced at him casually.

The hair is still wet.

"Come here and blow dry your hair." He said in a casual tone.

"Yes." The young man nodded obediently and moved towards where Ying Junchu was.

"sit down."

Ling Yiche did as he was told.

He was sitting on the sofa, looking like an obedient primary school student in school.

Ying Junchu took the hair dryer and tried it on her hand.

The wind was fairly mild.

She rubbed the boy's furry head, and the hair was quite soft.

Then she began to blow dry the boy's hair, her movements gentle and graceful.

Ling Yiche was flattered.

He turned his head and said, "Mr. Ying, I can do it myself..."

"Turn back and don't move!"

Hearing this, the young man curled his lips and turned around obediently.

Mr. Ying has his own ideas!

Mr. Ying won’t listen to him at all!

Ying Junchu concentrated on drying his hair, but Ling Yiche remained motionless, like an old monk in meditation.

Until Ying Junchu completely blow-dried his hair.

Blow-drying completely has a certain impact on hair quality.

But she was more concerned about whether he would catch a cold.

It is more reliable to blow dry completely.

"Your comb."

Ying Junchu handed him the wooden comb in his hand.

Ling Yiche was slightly stunned. He didn't notice when he dropped it.

He took the comb.

Mom’s comb…

Memories come flooding back.

Sad.

"Ling Yiche." She called him by his first name.

"Huh? What's wrong, Mr. Ying?"

Ying Jun heard the unusual trembling in his voice for the first time.

Is he going to cry again?

Gee, boys are so troublesome!

"You will follow me from now on."

This is a declarative sentence.

Ying Junchu was not asking for his opinion, but just telling him an unchangeable fact.

"What's the meaning?"

Ling Yiche really didn't understand what she meant. Wasn't he following her all the time?

Work here for her.

"Literally." Ying Junchu didn't really want to talk to him at first, so he answered with a few words perfunctorily.

Too lazy to explain.

"..."

The young man's eyes were confused and he looked aggrieved.

Ying Junchu:? ? ?

You are already a mature employee, you must learn to guess the meaning of your boss's words!

Ying Junchu thought for a few seconds.

He said seriously: "I will be your guardian from now on."

There's nothing wrong with it, now it's clear and easy to understand.

Ling Yiche was so surprised that he couldn't speak.

Mr. Ying, what does she want to do?

Are you kidding?

"You will live here from now on."

At the end, Ying Junchu added another sentence.

The important things must be taken care of by yourself.

"Mr. Ying, that me..."

Ying Junchu looked at him coldly, with a clear "Are you annoyed?" expression on his face.

"That's it. Be obedient. I won't let others bully you."

The final word.

Completely disinterested in listening to public opinion.

You little weakling, don't even think about refuting me!

I don't listen!

"Okay...okay."

The young man's voice was low and soft, and he looked harmless.

Ying Junchu nodded, now he was satisfied.

The young man's heart felt warm, and he knew that she was taking him in.