As soon as he finished speaking, Hua Hua’s expression changed!
Humph, you’re the one who loves wearing skirts, you’re the delicate one! You’re the idiot!
Hua Hua imagined himself in a skirt with a spoiled expression, and instantly he felt uneasy, argh! He tried to wipe that transvestite-like image from his mind.
"...So adorable."
"Pfft..." Hua Hua just took a sip of water and imdiately spat it all out.
Ling Yin looked at him, Hua Hua coughed a couple of tis, and Ling Yin helplessly stood up, walked over, and patted his back, "How could you be so careless?"
"Your sister is adorable!" Hua Hua said, still coughing.
Ling Yin’s expression stiffened for a mont: "Of course my sister is super adorable."
Hua Hua: "..."
"Hua Hua, why such a big reaction?" Ling Yin suddenly smiled aningfully, turned Hua Hua’s face to look at his expression, Hua Hua displayed an award-worthy innocent look, Ling Yin stared at him, couldn’t see anything suspicious, so he patted his head, "Hungry?"
"I didn’t feel it until you ntioned it, now I really am hungry." Hua Hua seized the opportunity to change the subject.
Ling Yin stood up: "Help wash the vegetables."
Hua Hua: "..."
Why not happily say, let’s go to a fancy restaurant for a delicious al, but instead, wash vegetables?
Such misery, my pursuer must be a loser; if it were my brother, he would never say such a thing, argh, why is Chenxing’s life thousands and thousands of tis better than mine?
Hua Hua lanted loudly, his tall and slender body squatting in the yard, with a basin of freshly bought small greens in front of him, washing them seriously one by one.
"Can you wash them?" Ling Yin was beside him rinsing rice.
Feeling affronted, Hua Hua raised his head sharply: "Of course, I can do everything, laundry, cooking, cleaning, I’m all-powerful!"
"Then you do it?" Ling Yin heard him and teased.
Hua Hua scooped up a handful of water and splashed it at Ling Yin, whining and saying, "I won’t do this! If nothing else, I’ll help you wash vegetables; I hate working the most, humph, when I was a kid, laundry and cooking were all my job, my brother didn’t know how to do anything except cook porridge; he has the life of a young master."
Suddenly, Ling Yin felt a pang of empathy; yes, he too had sweated through so really tough days.
With intense emotion in his eyes, Ling Yin patted his back, finished rinsing the rice, and went to the kitchen to cook.
The setting sun cast its glow on Hua Hua’s face, and Hua Hua brought the washed vegetables to the kitchen like offering a treasure: "Brother Ling, it’s all up to you now; I’m off to collect laundry and take a nap, call when the food’s ready."
Heh heh, he promptly skedaddled.
The mildew sll in the house wasn’t completely gone, Hua Hua was too tired, he embraced the sun-ward comforter to the bed and lay down, looking up at the ceiling; the decor of this bedroom resembled a child’s room, could this be the one he used to sleep in back in the day?
Hua Hua closed his eyes, tried hard to recall, but no mory ca to mind.
Did he really live here as a kid? Is this really his ho? Or is this all just a misunderstanding? But the brother he rembers from childhood should indeed be Ling Yin.
A knock ca from the door, Ling Yin’s voice was loud from the kitchen: "Hua Hua, go check it out."
The poor sound insulation made it impossible for Hua Hua not to hear, so he reluctantly got up to look.
A couple of neighbors, curious to see the lights on in the house that had been pitch black for years, ca over to take a look; Hua Hua stood inside the iron gate, looking at a few simple-dressed middle-aged won outside, his expression was friendly: "Do you have any business here?"
The neighbors, equally curious, scrutinized Hua Hua and asked, "Who are you and why did you co to this house?"
Hua Hua touched his head, being scrutinized with such suspicious eyes was truly a first for him.
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