My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 19. The pitiful hand controller that strives to maintain is online.

Chapter 18: The Online Debut of the Poor Little Hand That Was Diligently Maintained

His head rested in the hollow of her collarbone, as if he had lost all strength and leaned weakly against her, his soft and smooth dark hair brushing against her neck, slightly tickling her.

Cheng Songer held his arm and slightly lowered her head, asking softly, "Where did you hit?" she asked.

Cheng Qingzhi's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, his hand supporting her waist, "It seems to be the back of my head, feeling a bit dizzy."

"I'll take a look," Cheng Songer said with some concern.

The back of the head is fragile and cannot withstand impact, and Cheng Qingzhi saying that his head feels dizzy indicates that the impact was not light.

"Mhmm," Cheng Qingzhi responded softly, lowering his gaze slightly, obediently leaning his body forward.

She faced downwards, almost half of her body resting on her legs, her soft dark hair cascading down, revealing her delicate and fair nape.

Cheng Songer was somewhat surprised. She just wanted Cheng Qingzhi to lean down so she could check if there was a bump from the collision, but unexpectedly, he took the initiative like a small puppy that relied heavily on her, curling up on her legs.

And. . . his face was resting on her left hand.

Cheng Songer's heart was in chaos, pretending to remain calm in order to avoid falling into an awkward situation, she extended her free right hand and gently rubbed the area near the base of his neck, "Is it here?"

"No," the face lying in her palm moved slightly, the delicate curve of his chin gently rubbing against her palm, his voice low and somewhat ambiguous, "A bit lower."

"Oh, okay," Cheng Songer cleared her throat.

Her right hand slowly moved downward, the slightly cool fingertips of winter touched his elegantly warm nape, causing his body to tremble lightly. He buried his face completely in her palm, absorbing warmth, and his warm breath sprinkled on her fingertips.

Cheng Songer silently took a deep breath, her mind suddenly blank.

. . . Is this a bit too intimate?

The hand that was pressed down moved, preparing to pull back, but the movement of her fingers seemed deliberately teasing, hooking his chin, and Cheng Qingzhi. . .

I don't know if it's Cheng Songer's illusion or what, but she actually feels that he is enjoying it to some extent.

'Oh my, Cheng Songer, what messy thoughts are you having!' Cheng Songer screamed in her mind.

However, no matter how she criticized in her heart, on the surface, she still maintained a calm and composed appearance, gently rubbing her fingers on the back of his neck, "Is it here?"

Perhaps due to the brief pain from the impact just now, his phoenix-like eyes shimmered with watery gloss, while his lips were exceptionally red, like a ripe berry oozing juice, looking particularly endearing.

Although Cheng Songer didn't know the reason for his sudden happiness, even though his lips were trembling from the pain just now, as long as she saw his joyful smile, Cheng Songer felt relieved.

Soon, the ox cart arrived at Cheng's village. Because it was getting late, there weren't many people outside.

This happened to fulfill Cheng Songer's wish. The village was full of gossip, and if someone bought something, the whole village would know within a day.