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Chapter 25 "Your First Dance Partner Is Me"

His thin lips were lightly parted, and his voice was gentle. Every word seemed to carry a magical power that no one could ignore, slowly falling into the bottom of her heart, causing ripples.

Duan Zheng reached out and rubbed her little head, "I'll come pick you up after get off work, brother is gone."

Fu Zhi hummed lightly and said goodbye to him.

Duan Zheng listened to this unintentional goodbye, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

"Stay here well, don't run around, I'll pick you up as soon as I get off work."

His clear voice fell in her ears, with a hint of pampering, just like coaxing a child.

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As the sun sets in the west, the afterglow of the setting sun is blown away by the wind and falls on the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, full of brilliance.

Even the subtle ups and downs in the air are coated with a warm color.

Fu Zhi leaned lazily on the sofa, looking down at a novel in her hand, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, looking gentle and beautiful.

Fu Zhi was flipping through the pages to see an interesting plot, but at this moment, a pair of big, slender hands snatched the book lightly.

As soon as Fu Zhi raised his eyes, he met the man's deep and seductive peach blossom eyes, and he closed the book slowly.

He squatted halfway in front of her, straightened the broken hair hanging by her ears, opened his thin lips slightly, and spoke softly:
"Chirp—"

"I've seen it all, and it's a bit scary behind. Brother, I'll tell you, okay?"

"Not good." Fu Zhi resolutely refused, she was eager to know what happened next.

"I want to read it myself," Fu Zhi reached out to grab the book Duan Zheng hid behind him.

Duan Zheng didn't hide either, and let the little girl's hand pinch his shoulder.

And just when Fu Zhi was about to reach for the book, the little girl probably realized that there was something wrong with her pressing on his shoulder, so she let go of it quickly.

Fu Zhi still couldn't help kicking him with her little feet, and her movements were gentle, like a baby.

She didn't plan to grab it either, anyway, the little uncle still had a lot of books at home, so she just went to get them at night.

"Boss Duan gets off work so early every day?" Fu Zhi took a peeled orange and stuffed it into her mouth, "You're a bit...not doing your job properly."

"Oh?" Duan Zheng raised his brows lightly, then raised his lips into a smile, "You are 'Zhengye'."

Fu Zhi's breathing was slightly stagnant, she narrowed her eyes, and then stretched out her little hand to him, "Give me back my book!"

As if Duan Zheng didn't hear, he put his big hand on the little girl's hand on his own.

The warm big hand wrapped the slightly cool little hand, as if carrying a small current, the numb feeling spread from the fingertips to the tip of the heart, causing ripples.

Seen from her angle, his long and thick eyelashes were in the afterglow, as if they were tinged with fragments of light.

Fu Zhi wanted to take back her hand, but at this moment, a deep and clear voice sounded beside her ears:

"Fu Jiujiu."

"This is the second time you hold my hand..."

He paused every word, and each sound seemed to be endowed with a magical power, which always made people tremble.

"Shut up." Fu Zhi pursed her lips, raised her eyes slightly and said angrily, "Holding hands once is yours. According to what you say, do my dance partners still have to chase after me?"

"You don't have a partner..." Duan Zheng revealed without hesitation, "Your first partner was me."

His clear voice is deliberately lowered, and the trailing sound always has a hint of pampering, innocent and well-behaved.

Fu Zhi moved her lips, thought for a while, but there was really no way to refute.

But at this moment, he seemed to have thought of something, and quickly added another sentence:
"Fu Jiujiu."

"My tutor is strict, you hold my hand, you have to be responsible..."

　Another shameless day for Duangou...

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(End of this chapter)