The little boy nodded attentively, then secretly glanced at Nightingale’s expression and tightened his lips.
"But you’re still young." Hua Hua, afraid the little boy might feel too pressured, adopted a more friendly posture to chat with him, gradually realizing the little boy was not as eccentric as he had imagined. He just cared too much about Nightingale’s opinion, gauging her reaction for everything he did, seeking her approval.
Ah, definitely an age eager to impress.
The little boy’s mouth twitched, ignoring the comnt about him being young.
For a kid who grew up in the jungle and could successfully traverse the tropical rainforest by age six, fifteen was already the age of a grown man to him, and he particularly disliked being called small, believing he was definitely on par with n in their twenties or thirties.
"Where are you guys going?" After dinner, Ling Yin settled the bill, returned to the table, and asked Nightingale.
Nightingale glanced at the diterranean and said, "Sea swimming."
"Then, enjoy your sea swim." Ling Yin looked slightly sympathetically at the eccentric little boy.
Her idea of sea swimming would definitely not be our typical swimming; it would be intense training.
Nightingale nodded slightly, then nodded at Hua Hua, "Next ti, if there’s a chance, I’d treat you guys to a al." Ling Yin ntioned that Hua Hua specially ca to take care of Ling Yin, which surprised Nightingale and made her feel a bit closer to Hua Hua.
Sitting in the car, Hua Hua missed Mao Mao, who was hungry at ho, "I wonder if Mao Mao has eaten. I left so food in his doghouse before leaving. He shouldn’t starve, right?"
Hopefully not as tragically as the seagull.
Ling Yin said, "Mao Mao won’t be unable to take care of himself."
"That can’t be said for sure. If I’m not around, he’ll definitely starve with you," Hua Hua said, increasingly worried, "If I leave, are you sure you can take care of Mao Mao well?"
If not, Hua Hua thought, he’d have to take Mao Mao away.
Ling Yin seed to understand his thoughts and imdiately promised, "Definitely can take good care. You doubt my ability to take care of Mao Mao, yet I can take care of both you and just fine."
Absolutely couldn’t let Mao Mao go with him; Ling Yin couldn’t imagine Hua Hua sleeping with Mao Mao every night, definitely driven crazy with envy and jealousy.
Wait a mont: "Would you stay and live with ?"
Ling Yin’s eyes held a faint hint of expectation; a bachelor shouldn’t be too pitiful.
Hua Hua’s eyes and brows were full of hesitation, "Here, how lonely I am? I can’t see my brother, can’t see my mom, can’t see my nephew, can’t see my friends."
"You can bear not seeing ?" How co it sounds like everyone else is more important than him?
Ling Yin couldn’t help but rise a bit of jealousy, feeling like he was the least important.
Hua Hua playfully grinned, "You can co to Canada every week to see !"
"Then how about spending a few more days with this ti?" If not, he’d secretly stand at the door tonight to face the cold wind and catch a cold again, endure the cold just to make Hua Hua stay with him.
Hua Hua pursed his lips slightly, hesitated, "Three or four days."
Really too few!
"Too few, how about seven days a week?"
"Five days?" Hua Hua hesitated again.
Ling Yin bargained, "Six days."
Hua Hua burst into laughter, "Why do I feel like one of us is buying clothes and the other is selling clothes, bargaining in a flea market?"
Ling Yin, having heard the words, lanted further, "The days sleeping alone are tough, boss, can’t you loosen it up for a few days?"
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