Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1601 You Are My Faith (13)

But Cecia is a hard-hearted angel, and he will not let go just because he is pitiful.

Just rubbing his little head a little nastyly, messing up his hair.

After making it look like a chicken coop, he withdrew his hand in satisfaction.

No sense of guilt at all.

The boy buried himself in her arms, lowered his head, obediently.

I stopped crying.

Her small mouth was pursed slightly, her eyes were red, like a soft and deceitful little daughter-in-law.

It's indescribably obedient, and a little sticky.

Cecia looked at the bristling hair on his little head, and poked his forehead with his hand.

His temper is really good, even if his head is poked, he doesn't cry.

Stupid, as if she was short-sighted, as if she would count the money carefully for her if she was sold.

Meticulous.

Cecia raised her lips slightly.

After being oppressed for a long time, I suddenly feel like a peasant turned into a landlord...

Simply not too good.

The evil Cecia angel slowly rubbed his little head.

Little by little, the meaningful smile gradually deepened.

Really, badly.

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It's nine o'clock in the evening, and I'm going to bed.

The silly little boy carefully placed his angel doll on his bed after taking a shower.

When Ji Chuchu came in to see, he found that he was covering the angel doll with a quilt very seriously, and even put a pillow for the doll.

He seemed to really treat the doll as a person, talking to himself, and gave the doll a name—Cecia.

It's a strange, yet strangely familiar name, as if... I've heard it somewhere.

The little boy carefully covered the doll with a quilt, and then raised his head.

Seeing Ji Chuchu standing there, he stared at her quietly.

There is always an indescribable feeling in the look revealed in those light golden clean eyes.

There seemed to be a thick wall between him and her.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break the barrier of that wall, and couldn't get close.

Weird feeling.

Ji Chuchu couldn't help taking a step back.

When she was quietly watched by his eyes, for some reason, she was a little nervous.

There is an indescribable sense of tension and fear.

That feeling seems to be innate.

He was not close to her by nature, and even had an invisible sense of oppression towards her.

It's not obvious, but it can still be felt——

He and she seemed to be from different worlds.

Ji Chuchu moved her lips, thinking about whether to say something to break this weird stare at each other.

The little boy suddenly raised his hand and touched his forehead.

If you look closely, you will find that the area on the forehead is a little red, as if someone has knocked it hard.

"..." He pursed his red lips and looked away.

Lie down like a well-behaved and gentle bunny.

The whole body was buried in the arms of the angel doll.

Holding it softly, the little head is still arching in the doll's arms.

It seems that he is acting like a baby with his angel doll, and acting like a good boy.

Being with a lifeless doll is closer than being with her mother.

It seems that the doll is his relative, and the doll is his everything.

There are only dolls in his eyes, and no one else.

Looking at his rare childish appearance, Ji Chuchu's heart softened for a while, but he couldn't help but feel a little sour.

Sour, with a bit of bitterness.

She sat on the side of the bed, gently tucked the quilt for him, and couldn't help asking: "Xiao Che... you like dolls, don't you?"

(End of this chapter)