What should I do if I look too fierce?

The fragile girl with silver hair seemed to fall down when a gust of wind blew. Under the dim moonlight behind her, her figure was clear and blurry, as if she was not in the same world as Aoki Tsukasa. Qiong's white dress and fair skin looked like a snowman finely carved from the snow. The white and tender little hands she stretched out were trembling slightly, and when she lowered her head, it seemed that her eyes were slightly closed.

Aokiji watched quietly, and the white and tender little hand placed by Qiong's side was clenched into a fist nervously, as if he was nervous, but more like fear.

For some reason, Aokiji suddenly felt very distressed.

In the past, the shadow of his younger brother often replaced the impression of Qiong in his mind. Whether it was caring for her or being patient, it was more like a continuation of his previous life and this life, rather than a true love for the poor girl in front of him. .

But this time, when Qiong timidly opened the door with all his strength and stretched out his hand to Aoki Si, there was no one else in Aoki Si's eyes except Qiong.

Almost out of instinct, Aokiji stretched out his hand and gently placed it on Qiong's head. Even he himself didn't know why he suddenly made such a bold move - before opening the door. , his mind was still full of caution.

The very small head exuded a slight warmth under Aokiji's palm. The stiffness and trembling he felt at that moment made him unable to suppress it. He showed his distress, and a gentle smile from the heart appeared on his face. He whispered softly. Called: Qiong.

Qiong felt that the big warm hand on her head was completely different from the feeling her father and mother had given her. Under tension, when she heard Aokiji calling her name, she slightly raised her head.

What appeared in front of Qiong's eyes was Aokiji's bright smile.

The face, which still had some scars that had not gone away, showed a smile that made Qiong suddenly feel sad for some reason.

So dazzling.

Qiong subconsciously turned away from his sight again.

Don't be afraid. Aokiji stared at those pure eyes that were a little scared, nervous and shy. He felt as if he was seeing the starry sky on a summer night, which was as eye-catching as he gently touched the top of Qiong's head with his hand. The voice was calm and warm: I will protect you, from now on. So.

Qiong, can you not regard me as a disgusting person? Aokiji's eyes were extremely sincere, and he just stared at Qiong's restless pupils quietly.

In the past, Qiong would feel extremely uneasy when others came even slightly closer to her, but unexpectedly, she felt a sense of peace in her heart. Her thin lips opened slightly, and she said a response that she had never expected: Yeah.

The two people actually fell silent at the same time after these words.

Qiong turned her head away as if she was a little embarrassed. The twin ponytails she had just braided swayed slightly, like the ears of a little rabbit shaking uneasily, but she did not resist Aoki Si's hand on her head.

What he felt in the palm of his hand was Qiong's little body that gradually stabilized and no longer trembled. Aokiji suddenly felt that under his palm, he was not only a poor little girl, but also a girl covered with scars. A fragile soul that is easily broken.

Then, we have made an agreement. We are not allowed to hide from me with the door closed in the future. Aokiji's smile was gentler and more careful. He slowly retracted the palm on the dome and placed it in front of her. He stretched out his little finger and said, Hook.

Qiong lowered his head again, his hands nervously stirring the skirt at his side, not knowing what to do for a moment.

But Aokiji just squatted down, stretched out his hands, remained motionless, and stared at her with a smile.

After a long time, Qiong slowly stretched out his hand, and gently placed his cold little finger on Aoki Si's finger. From his tightly closed mouth, he let out a low voice: Yeah.

The shadows of the two people, illuminated by the moonlight, were connected by two tiny fingers.

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Jingle Bell!

The dazzling alarm ringing in his ears made Aoki Si open his eyes in a daze. What he saw was the familiar ceiling. His tired body was still aching. Aoki Si almost struggled before he reached out and found his cell phone. , turned off the alarm.

After lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling in a daze for a long time, Aokiji sat up straight and stretched out, but he gasped again because of the soreness in his muscles.

It's six fifty. Aokiji opened the curtains. It was almost the winter season, and the sky was still not completely lit at this time. The scene on the street, with half-lit buildings and half-dark buildings, had a misty and dejected atmosphere. beautiful.

Ah, I still need to make breakfast. After sighing, Aokiji put on his shirt, touched his bald head in front of the mirror in the room, looked at his listless look, and patted his face gently: Today You have to work hard!”

Suddenly thinking that his relationship with Qiong had made great progress last night, which could be said to be advancing by leaps and bounds, Aokiji couldn't help but laugh inexplicably. I originally thought that because something so embarrassing happened when I returned home, my relationship would become much more estranged, but I didn’t expect that I would actually be a blessing in disguise.

Although I don't know why Qiong Hui suddenly expressed his affection for me and opened his heart a little, it is enough that things will develop for the better.

Humming a little tune, he went downstairs and after a brief wash, Aokiji came to the kitchen and looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, took out noodles and other accessories, and started making breakfast skillfully.

Although he has not learned the skill of cooking, Aokiji conservatively estimates that he must be at the third or fourth level.

At least when the noodles are cooked, the smell of the fragrant egg noodles alone makes Aokiji feel appetizing.

After hanging up the apron and placing the tableware, Aokiji walked upstairs and knocked on Qiong Qiong's door: Qiong Qiong.

After calling several times in succession, a humming voice came from inside. Aokiji raised his eyebrows and listened carefully for a long time, but could only hear an indistinct response as if he was talking in his sleep.

Qiong made noodles today. If you don't come and eat them now, they won't taste good in a while.

Aokiji took the trouble to knock on the door again.

Click, click, click, the sound of bare feet on the wooden floor came from inside the door. The door was opened with a click, and Qiong stood in front of the door in a daze, his expression still a little dazed.

Her long silver hair was messily spread over her shoulders. Under her loose dress-like pajamas, her delicate collarbones were vaguely visible, reaching only under the cuffs of her elbows. Her white forearms were slightly raised, and her little hands were weakly rubbing her eyes. He looked at Aoki Si with an expression that seemed like a dream but not a dream, and said softly with a slightly tired tone: Yes.

Why does he seem to be more tired than me?

Aokiji looked at her with a wry smile, as if she would fall down and sleep again at any time, and said softly: Good boy, go wash your face and brush your teeth first, and then eat. I will go to school later, and you can go back and continue sleeping.

Okay. Qiong seemed to wake up a little. He put down the hand that was rubbing his eyes, and looked at Aoki Si with slightly squinted eyes that were not yet fully opened.

He stared at Aokiji for a long time, as if he suddenly thought of something. Qiong's originally squinted eyes suddenly widened, and he took two steps back in panic, but almost tripped over the clothes thrown away at his feet. Had a fall. After keeping a fairly safe distance, she lowered her head without saying a word, wondering what she was thinking.

I'll wait for you downstairs. When you're ready, go wash your face and get ready to eat. Aokiji smiled slightly at her funny and cute appearance, and made a flick of the forehead to her, joking: What if If you fall asleep again, I will flick your forehead.

Yeah Qiong lowered his head and replied in a low voice, and then heard Aoki Si coming downstairs.

It wasn't until Aokiji walked away that she raised her head, covered her face with her hands, jumped on the bed again, kicked up the quilt with all her strength, and let out an inaudible whimper: I'm stupid.