Routine Tsundere Bamboo Horse Raiders

Chapter 5 Psychology of Five-Year-Old Children (1)

In order to prevent Lan Qiduo from explaining to him the meaning of boyfriend and girlfriend, Ling Xiyu had no choice but to stretch out his hand reluctantly, "Bring it."

Seeing this, Lan Qiduo understood Ling Xiyu's meaning almost instantly.Her big eyes burst into light instantly, and she said with a smile: "Thank you, little brother!"

As she said that, Lan Qiduo hurriedly stuffed the rabbit cup into Ling Xiyu's hand as if she was afraid of Ling Xiyu's repentance.

Ling Xiyu looked coldly at the rabbit on the cup with a bright smile on his face, feeling mixed feelings in his heart for a moment.

Unexpectedly, he was reduced to helping a kid make milk.

Seeing that Lan Qiduo was still standing where she was, with a smile on her white face and slanted eyebrows, Ling Xiyu gave her an annoyed look: "It's getting late, go wash up and eat breakfast!"

After saying this, Ling Xiyu held the cute rabbit cup that was against the cold breath around him, and without even looking at Lan Qiduo, she turned around arrogantly and left.

Seeing Ling Xiyu leaving without mercy, Lan Qiduo muttered reluctantly: "Really, it's early in the morning, and I don't want to give him a good morning kiss before leaving..."

Of course, no one knew that Ling Xiyu ran to the kitchen in embarrassment to learn how to make milk after leaving her arrogant figure behind!

After all, the proud Ling Xiyu is not allowed to make bad milk by himself! ——
weekend.

Neither Lan Qiduo nor Ling Xiyu had to go to school, so after breakfast, they both went back to their respective rooms.

However, it didn't take long for Lan Qiduo, who was playing with the doll, to feel that her small life was a bit boring.

She went to the window and opened the pale pink blackout curtains.At this time, the sunlight was very soft, and when the curtains were opened, Lan Qiduo's room could just see the Ling family's backyard.

There are large patches of roses of various colors in the backyard, blooming gorgeously in the sun.The vines also grow beautifully, green and lush, climbing all over the wall, and blooming many small white flowers.

Lan Qiduo was very happy to see these beautiful things.

She poked her head out of the window, looked down, and was pleasantly surprised to find that Ling Xiyu's house actually had a beautiful swing.

"Little brother is so happy, he can still play on the swing every day! I really want to play too!" Lan Qiduo's tone was full of envy.

Lan Qiduo continued to lower her head, staring intently at the swing in the yard, her radiant eyes were like two sparkling gems.

Not long after watching it, Lan Qiduo sighed regretfully again: "It's a pity that no one will accompany me to play."

Lan Qiduo pulled the curtain back disappointedly, took a few sips of water from the bunny cup, stared at the cute bunny on the cup for a long time, suddenly she seemed to find something happy, lightly Dimples rippled on both sides of his cheeks, and he burst out laughing.

Why did she forget that her little brother can also play with her.

Lan Qiduo has always been an activist.

As soon as she put down the cup, Lan Qiduo hurried out of the room, looking for Ling Xiyu all over the room.

...

Ling Xiyu's study room is very large, and there are many books, all kinds of books.

He went around the study room today, and accidentally found a book that he was very interested in, called "Analyzing the Psychology of Five-Year-Old Children".

Ling Xiyu thought that he would spend so much time with Lan Qiduo, so he felt that it was necessary to read this book in case of emergencies.

Of course, Ling Xiyu always forgot about herself——and she was only five years old.

Ling Xiyu had a special person teach him to read and write since he was a child, so at this time he can roughly understand some articles.

However, since there are still a lot of characters that he does not know, he is still relatively slow in reading the book.

Ling Xiyu had only read a dozen pages of the book when she heard a "rustling" sound coming from the door.

(End of this chapter)