Quick Transmigration: So the Green Tea Sister Stole the Male Lead

To be fair, young Yuf was practically the embodiment of the word "angel."

She has an incredibly cute round face, and her eyes are big and round with a sweet gleam in them.

Ling Heqing thought of the caramel syrup drizzled on the last dessert she ate last night.

The little girl looked at He Qingsong with anticipation and a touch of shyness, her chubby arms, like lotus roots, tightly wrapped around his waist.

He Qingsong was not used to being so close to people, especially since Youfu had a milky fragrance about her.

This led He Qingsong to regard her as something fragile.

He doesn't like things that are too fragile or cute, because they make him feel helpless and unsure how to treat them so as not to hurt them.

He Qingsong negotiated with the girl seriously: "Please let go of me."

"No!" Yuf shook her head repeatedly, her movements like a wet puppy shaking its fur.

She clung tightly to He Qingsong, her round, puppy-dog eyes radiating adorable light: "Brother and I, Jiefen?"

He Qingsong politely declined: "I'm sorry, no, we're too young to get married."

Yuf's little mouth pouted so much it could hang an oil bottle: "When can I? I'm already six years old!"

With a blank, pale face, He Qingsong reasoned with Youfu: "No one gets married at six."

Yuf compromised, "Then, how about eight years old? I've already given Ni plenty of time to prepare, eight years old for Jiefen."

He Qingsong: "That won't work either."

Although Yuf didn't have a father, she was spoiled by her mother and was never told "no" twice in a row.

The unprecedented setback quickly filled Yuf's eyes with tears.

A crack appeared on He Qingsong's expressionless face: "Please stop crying."

"No!"

Yu Fu was about to shed tears for a few seconds, but after hearing what He Qingsong said, she immediately burst into tears!

He Qingsong looked around in bewilderment: "You, you don't need to cry. I didn't say anything offensive."

Yuf didn't care. When he told her not to cry, she cried even harder. It was her revenge for him constantly telling her "no"!

"He Qingsong, what are you doing?!"

Gu Yibo, who was playing long jump on a swing not far away, was attracted by You Fu's crying.

Seeing the old-fashioned He Qingsong being held by a girl, Gu Yibo felt a sense of schadenfreude:

"Why did you make her cry! He Qingsong, you're bullying her!"

Yuf was crying when the noisy voices kept swirling around her, disturbing her from crying.

"Can you please stop talking?"

Yu Fu sniffed, wiped her tears on He Qingsong's snow-white shirt, and then turned to discuss with Gu Yibo.

He Qingsong, who has obsessive-compulsive disorder, froze completely.

He stared at Yuv in disbelief, as if she were an alien.

He couldn't understand how there could be such a self-absorbed and uncouth child in the world.

Her behavior completely met the criteria that made He Qingsong hate her!

But He Qingsong couldn't hate her; he only felt helpless, exhausted, and wanted to sigh.

Upon seeing Youfu's face clearly, Gu Yibo exclaimed, "Are you a princess?"

Yuf's eyes were pink and her nose was red: "No, I'm Yuf."

He Qingsong then learned the name of the naturally outgoing crybaby.

Gu Yibo couldn't believe that Youfu wasn't a princess: "Impossible, you're so beautiful, you must be a little princess."

Who doesn't like being complimented on their looks?

Yuf loves being praised the most.

But she didn't recognize Gu Yibo, and she was crying.

Yuf is still young, but she is already embarrassed. She knows that she looks messy and not pretty after crying, so she can't help but blush.

She shyly nestled against He Qingsong's slender chest: "It's alright, it's just that you're a little too pretty. But I'm usually even prettier."

He Qingsong took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and gently pressed it against Youfu's face:

"You can't use 'somewhat' and 'very' together. Whose child are you? You can't even speak clearly."

Is there anyone with the surname You in Hullington? I don't recall He Qingsong.

"I'm my mom's child."

Yuf looked up with her fair face, waiting obediently.

He Qingsong gave up trying to communicate with the little one. He urged Youfu, "Take your handkerchief and wipe your tears."

Yuf blinked her big eyes in confusion, then two more tears streamed down her face: "Brother, wipe them for me."

He Qingsong said seriously, "I'm not your brother, and I won't wipe it for you. You're six years old now. You can't wait for others to do everything for you. You need to learn to be independent, understand?"

Yu Fu's head was throbbing from listening to this, and she clung to He Qingsong, acting spoiled: "I want Brother to wipe it for me."

He Qingsong repeated, "I'm not your brother, and I won't help you wipe it."

Seeing that Gu Yibo was being ignored, he volunteered, "Let me do it, I'll help the little princess wipe it."

Yuf kept getting rejected and wasn't very happy; she was a child with a temper too.

Gu Yibo gave her a way out. She let go of He Qingsong, returned the handkerchief to him, and said "thank you" despite her unhappiness. Then she took Gu Yibo's hand instead.

"Then, brother, can you wipe it for me?"

Yu Fu noticed that Gu Yibo was also very handsome, with a pair of clear blue eyes like a bright sky, looking like the sled dog next door.

However, that stupid dog always liked to lick her, and Yuf didn't get along well with it.

Gu Yibo was usually as lively and energetic as a monkey, and he was surrounded by boys of similar age. So when You Fu took his hand, he was stunned.

The little princess's hands were soft and fluffy, and she smelled sweet without any sweat. Her face was faintly illuminated by the sunlight, revealing soft downy hair, and her fluffy brown hair was tinged with a golden halo.

"I, I'll wipe it for you..."

Gu Yibo stammered as he searched his pockets, but after a long time, he couldn't even find a napkin.

Boys this age might carry snacks, toys, and game cards in their pockets, but they wouldn't carry tissues.

"Sorry, I didn't bring any tissues."

Gu Yibo's handsome face flushed red, and he vaguely heard He Qingsong let out a cold laugh. This made his face turn even redder. Gu Yibo was often compared to He Qingsong by his parents. Before this, he never felt that he was inferior to He Qingsong, but at this moment, not being able to take out a handkerchief to wipe the little princess's face, he really felt ashamed.

"Yuff, come here."

He Qingsong called out.

Yuf didn't really want to talk to him.

But she didn't want to hold hands with Gu Yibo anymore, because she felt that Gu Yibo wasn't very clean.