Gu Jin secretly covered her heart.
What had she done to deserve raising these two mischievous imps of different sizes.
How was she supposed to go on living like this?
She was no spring chicken, yet she still often found her heart racing because of these two little brats.
"Awoo—"
Seeing the teenager not moving, Duoduo barked again and lifted its front paw, gently touching the teenager’s leg.
That coy little manner made Gu Jin almost want to rush forward and give it a hug.
However, she rely thought about it.
So far, she had thoroughly recognized her own position.
Duoduo wasn’t hers; it was An Mingji’s little darling, and it wouldn’t let anyone but him touch it. Even when she tried to hold it, it seed very reluctant.
It only acknowledged the teenager and would eagerly approach him whenever it saw him.
No matter how much An Mingji disliked it, this little creature was determined to stay by his side.
Just as Gu Jin opened her mouth to speak, intending to tell An Mingji to hold Duoduo, she saw the teenager bend down and pick Duoduo up from the ground.
He placed Duoduo directly on his lap, and the little creature frolicked around him, making joyful sounds.
Gu Jin closed her slightly open mouth, placed one hand on the armrest of the sofa, and propped her head up, watching the big and small pair fondly.
Especially the big one—how were his eyelashes so long, with a slight curl? When he blinked lightly, those thick lashes fluttered slightly, catching people off guard.
Of course, while appreciating them, one must also consider his exceptionally good looks.
Gu Jin had to admit, An Mingji was extraordinarily handso.
Moreover, he possessed a particularly clean aura that made people instinctively like him.
And there was a noble deanor that seed to seep from his bones; she was often curious about what kind of person his grandmother was to have raised An Mingji so well.
Having spent so much ti together, Gu Jin knew An Mingji was a good calligrapher and excelled in his studies, having recently ranked first in his grade on an exam.
But that wasn’t all; the teenager also had knowledge of cultural relics, paintings, jade, and could play the guzheng, which astonished Gu Jin the most.
It wasn’t the piano he played, but the guzheng.
This matter dated back to when he started school, where they encouraged students to enroll in various interest courses such as music, art, sports, horseback riding, and calligraphy.
An Mingji had inford her that his grandmother had taught him music, chess, calligraphy, and painting in the past, and he wanted to pick them up again.
Although he wasn’t a master in all, he had reached an interdiate level.
An Mingji had a foundation, but the years of scarcity had made these skills rusty.
Once he regained these abilities, given ti, they were bound to yield extraordinary results.
Noticing the gaze upon him, An Mingji raised his eyes, those peach blossom eyes brimming with warmth as they looked straight at Gu Jin: "What is Sister Jin looking at?"
Gu Jin snapped out of it, smiling nonchalantly, "Looking at you."
She teased, "So good-looking, how could I not steal a few more glances to feast my eyes?"
Already accustod to staying calm in all situations, the teenager, unmoved by her teasing, petted Duoduo in his arms and nodded lightly: "Oh—"
He was long used to Sister Jin’s teasing.
She always liked to tease him, liked to watch his expressions change, but he always refused to give her the satisfaction.
Everything else was negotiable, except this.
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