The Lover's Prattle

Demon Scum//7.1

Qingruo got up to make breakfast in the kitchen in the morning. The yard was very small, so the kitchen and the room were very close. As soon as Lin Zhao woke up, he cried in the bed and called out to her, "Sister, sister ..."Qingruo gave a sound to let him know she was there, then put down her things and entered the room.

The child was still rolling on the bed as she entered the room. He heard the footsteps but still did not make an effort to look at her, and instead rolled all the way to the foot of the bed, "Sister! Good morning kiss!" Lin Zhao waited patiently for Qingruo to get to him, and when she did, she bent down and kissed his forehead. Then she kissed his left cheek, and turned over to his right cheek ...

When he was satisfied with the kiss, he stood up with a bulging belly. Holding onto Qingruo's neck, he gave a long-lasting kiss onto her forehead, "Sister, I want to wear the new clothes." He was referring to the clothes that she had made for him yesterday.

"Okay, but you have to keep them clean and wash them. You cant soil them or rip them," Qingruo warned him. Lin Zhao's face was red, and he seemed unwilling to listen as he covered his ears. Qingruo was very scary when she lectured him.

Qingruo frowned and opened her mouth to form a scary face, but Lin Zhao was not afraid at all. Instead, he opened his mouth and roared like a little tiger, trying to outdo her. Qingruo held him and spanked his bottom, "Naughty." She used quite a bit of force.Lin Zhao pouted and rubbed his butt with one hand. He leaned against Qingruo and repeated to himself, "Bad ~"

The worst accusation he will use now is 'bad'.

After having breakfast, Qingruo washed the dishes, while Lin Zhao flitted around her in his new clothes. He pulled at Qingruo's clothes and dangled onto her coquettishly, "Sister, I want to hang out with my friends."

"Okay, go ahead, and be safe."

Lin Zhao didn't move immediately. Qingruo looked down at him, just in time to see that he raised his head. A small hand stretched out and the small child said, "Sister, give me some money. I want to eat Tanghulu."

Qingruo's hands were not clean, so she ordered him to wait for a while.

Lin Zhao was extremely impatient, only managing to stand still for a minute or so. In the meantime, he glanced at Qingruo washing the dishes, and then stared at them, wrinkling his small face with bitter hatred.

The small body ran out of the courtyard, too impatient to wait any longer.

...... Lin Zhao. Qingruo sighed; later when you're back to normal, would you be the type to kill someone out of embarrassment?

Although the money to sell the night pearls is enough for them to live for a period of time, Qingruo was not sure how long they will stay here. She currently does some embroidery on the side to make money.

In the afternoon, she was embroidering fan when she heard a crying sound and footsteps approaching her. A voice that was hoarse from his crying called out, "Sister ~ Sister ~"

Qingruo brushed the needle and scissors on the table to one side, and then held the crying child who had sprung himself into her arms. Qingruo sat the child, whose face was full of tears, onto her lap. He lifted his hands to rub his eyes. Qingruo took out her handkerchief and gently wiped his tears, "Why are you crying, what's wrong? "

Lin Zhao cried so hard he couldn't speak, and he struggled to put his words out/

Qingruo kissed his forehead and hugged him for a while.

After Lin Zhao stopped crying, he began hiccupping, "Hey ~ sister, the clothes are ripped ... Nuanyang is sorry; I didn't do it on purpose ..."

He pulled a corner of his clothes and showed it to Qingruo. The clothes seemed to be ripped apart through some sort of friction. Qingruo rolled up his trousers and looked down to see no injuries on his legs. "How did this happen," she asked. " Did you fall?"

Qinruo wasn't angry; instead, she gently pet Lin Zhao's back to calm him down. He did calm down some, but he rushed to say that the clothes ripped because he was running too fast and he fell. Qingruo kissed his forehead, "Is Nuanyang hurt?"

With teary eyes, he tilted his head. Lin Zhao's eyes were soft with grievances, "It did hurt, but it doesn't hurt now."

Qingruo hugged him again, "Sister doesn't blame Nuanyang. You make new clothes if yours are destroyed. But you have to be careful, Nuanyang, so don't run as fast in the future. Sister will be worried."

Nuanyang stared at her, hugging her while smiling sweetly. Entirely focused on her, he said "En, Nuanyang knows." He stuck out his chubby pinkie finger and said, "we can pinky promise!"

"Okay, pinky promise!"