Yearning of You for a Long Time

    When I like me, I already like you very much, no matter what you are like. "

    In an instant, the grievances she had held back for so long flooded her heart, her brows were red and red, and her little fox eyes were wet.

    Tang Qishen couldn't hold back, leaned over and kissed again at the corner of his eyes, and then said solemnly: "When you grow up, you can only rely on me, okay?"

    Shi Luo had a cry in his voice, and asked aggrievedly: "Really?"

    "Well, really."

    The teenager laughed: "What?"

    Shi Luo bit his lip: "I want to sleep in the master bedroom!"

    Tang Qishen hooked his lips, hugged him directly, and walked straight to the bedroom next to him: "Okay."

    She lay softly on his shoulders, her tone was a bit wanton: "Tang Qishen."

    "Huh?"

    "You like me more now, but I don't like you so much."

    "Okay, I like you more."

    "You should be afraid of sleeping in the master bedroom alone at night? I just want to accompany you."

    "But you can't do anything to me! I'm not eighteen...!"

    "Got it, little brat."

    The author has something to say:  Little Theater:

    Mr. Fu's daughter: Dad, why is Uncle Shen's face fierce?

    President Fu: Because he can't play in the pool with his wife like his father.

    Daughter: Why not? Its deep uncle doesn't have a pool? Uncle is so miserable, shall we give him one?

    Mr. Fu: There are many swimming pools in my uncle’s house, but he just doesn’t have a wife.

    Tang Qishen: Oh, sorry, there is. (Jiudouxing, help me build ten swimming pools, which are bigger than the one next door. If you can't do it, bring it up.)

    嗻…