Tongtong blinked her eyes, looking pitifully adorable, and said hoarsely, "Mom, I'm so thirsty..."
Xizeer turned around, walked over, but before the water was brought to Tongtong's lips, it was snatched away by Yousheng.
Yousheng: "Bro, I got this, you take a break."
Xizeer looked at his empty hand and then at Yousheng's familiar actions, clearly indicating he'd fed her quite a few times. How else could he be so skilled?
Xizeer laughed. This rascal, so young yet already experiencing so many emotions.
A 12-year-old boy understands what it's like to have a crush earlier than him.
For the first time, Xizeer felt defeated by Yousheng.
He used to overshadow Yousheng completely.
But matters of the heart, it seems, are really incomparable.
Yousheng rested one hand under Tongtong's head and the other hand fed her water. Tongtong seemed truly thirsty as she drank the whole cup in one go.
Yousheng softened his voice and asked, "Tongtong, how are you feeling?"
