I was approached by a cat-eared girl.

Bai Xiaoqi's small chest heaved with anger, but she had nothing to say.

Chen Shuo glanced at the underwear drying on the balcony and continued, "And don't you think you're being really unreasonable? Every time you're done having fun at night, you come back the next day with a long face and say I bullied you, and then you always threaten to bite me. You... ah! If you bite me to death, you'll become a young widow."

I'll bite you to death!

"Stop biting! Stop biting!"

Bai Xiaoqi pounced on him and pinned him to the sofa, biting Chen Shuo's cheek hard and refusing to let go until she finally released her grip.

After a moment of silence in the room, Chen Shuo rubbed his cheek and asked, "What did I say wrong? Aren't you feeling better?"

"It's not comfortable!" Bai Xiaoqi lay on top of him, so angry that she wanted to bite him again.

That guy is the worst. What do you mean by comfortable? How could I possibly be comfortable? Even if I were... even if I were comfortable, it would be because he forced me to be, so it has nothing to do with me.

shameless!

Obscene!

Bad dog!

abnormal!

Bai Xiaoqi cursed him in her mind, then slammed her forehead into Chen Shuo's chest with a loud thud.

After giving her a headbutt, she angrily got up, slipped on her slippers, opened the refrigerator, and was about to take out the yogurt when she remembered that her period was coming tomorrow, so she closed the refrigerator and turned to go into the kitchen.

She decided to make herself some hot milk tea instead of making it for that bad guy.

Watching her busy in the kitchen, Chen Shuo sat up, clutching his chest, and rubbed his cheeks; both areas ached.

Luckily I have two hands, otherwise I really wouldn't have been able to handle this situation.

After rubbing his hands for a while, he finally felt the pain subside and put his hands on the keyboard to continue typing.

A moment later, Bai Xiaoqi came out of the kitchen carrying a large cup and placed it on the coffee table.

Chen Shuo glanced at the milk tea inside. "For me?"

"It's for the dog."

"Oh." He said "oh" to indicate that he understood, picked up the cup and took a sip; what was for the dog was for himself.

It started snowing heavily outside, and snowflakes fluttered and swirled all over the sky.

Bai Xiaoqi sat on the balcony with a small stool, watching the snow, while holding a large cup full of milk tea in her arms.

Seeing this, Chen Shuo stopped typing, pushed the keyboard aside, and ran over with a small stool.

Seeing him sit down next to her, Bai Xiaoqi glanced at him but ignored him and continued to hold her large cup and watch the snow.

"Are you still angry?"

"Humph."

"Hmph, you little devil." Chen Shuo pinched her slightly chubby cheek. "How about I tell you a happy story?"

"Go ahead and speak."

"Listen to this, the story goes like this: A long, long time ago, there was a little white rabbit who got lost in the forest. Just as he was getting anxious, a little black rabbit came towards him. The little white rabbit ran over and asked for directions: 'Little black rabbit, little black rabbit, how can I get out of the forest?' The little black rabbit said: 'I'll tell you if you make me happy.'"

The little white rabbit hesitated for a moment, then agreed. The little black rabbit was overjoyed and told the little white rabbit how to get there. The little white rabbit continued walking, but got lost again. Just then, a little gray rabbit came along…

The story was quite long, and Chen Shuo spoke with great emotion, gesturing as he spoke. He had just been bitten, and the bite was quite hard; the small teeth marks were still visible on his face, and it still hurt a little.

He would often accidentally pull his cheek while talking, causing his mouth to twitch in pain, but he was so happy talking that he wouldn't stop. Bai Xiaoqi found it both funny and heartbreaking, and reached out to touch the teeth marks on his face. "Does it hurt?"

"It's alright. Don't interrupt me. Let me finish speaking first."

Just as he was about to get to the heart of the story, Chen Shuo waved his hand and continued narrating: "The little white rabbit ran over to ask for directions again: 'Little gray rabbit, little gray rabbit, how can I get out of the forest?' The little gray rabbit said, 'I'll tell you if you make me happy.'"

Then the little white rabbit made the little gray rabbit happy, and they finally left the forest. But not long after, the little white rabbit became pregnant. What color were the baby rabbits the little white rabbit gave birth to?

"what colour?"

"Make me happy and I'll tell you... hahaha..."

Chen Shuo laughed heartily, pleased that he had tricked Xiao A Miao.

Bai Xiaoqi stared at him expressionlessly, and only after he had almost finished laughing did she ask in a low voice, "Is this the happy story you were talking about?"

"Well...……"

Chen Shuo scratched his head. "Tell me, aren't the little gray rabbit and the little black rabbit quite happy?"

"........"

"......"

Bai Xiaoqi carried her small stool away from the balcony, refusing to sit with that guy; he was really vulgar.

The stories they told were also vulgar; what were supposed to be happy stories were clearly obscene.

That jerk, he's always thinking about that kind of thing.

......

When the snow stopped in the afternoon, the two dressed neatly and went out to the elderly couple's house for a meal.

After a heavy snowfall, a thick layer of snow covered the ground, shimmering brightly in the sunlight, almost blindingly so.

The snow made a crunching sound underfoot as Bai Xiaoqi slid and played in her little cotton boots.

Actually, it's not skiable yet. Once the snow melts into water and then freezes back into ice, you can glide quite a distance.

Even a fall can hurt a lot.

"Hey kid, where did you get my car?"

Upon seeing the two enter the house, Chen Jianwen leaned over the balcony and searched for a long time, but he couldn't find the car he had lent out.

"We didn't drive here, we came by bus."

"Why don't you drive your car?"

"Efficient fuel consumption."

Chen Shuo accompanied the old man to look downstairs, and even couldn't resist pinching a potted plant by the window.

Hearing this answer, Chen Jianwen felt quite gratified. This kid still had some conscience; he didn't squander his gas card, and he even knew to save money on his card.

Just then, Chen Shuo magically pulled the gas card out of his pocket, shook it in his hand, and said, "Dad, there's no money in here. Could you help me top it up?"

"Fuck off!"

"okay."

Chen Shuo stuffed the gas card into his pocket, left the balcony, and wandered into the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat.

The result was a bit disappointing. The two women in the house who were cooking had just started getting busy, washing and preparing vegetables, and chatting and laughing. Even though I came in, no one paid any attention to me.

He looked at this, then at that, and finally turned and walked out, plucking a sprig of cilantro and stuffing it into his mouth before leaving.

Since we're already here, we can't leave empty-handed.

He went outside and sat down with the old man to watch TV. In winter, Chen Jianwen would always have tea in his hand. Holding a large tea mug, steaming hot, he took a sip and asked, "Is your new house almost finished being renovated?"

"Almost there, just need to add some more greenery."

Chen Jianwen nodded and remained silent, gently stroking the teacup in his hand. Young people these days have their own ideas about everything they do, and besides, interior design isn't his specialty.

So he hasn't really been involved since the renovation started, and now he's just casually mentioning it to find a topic to talk about.

But it seems like they didn't really get to talk about it.

Thinking of this, Chen Jianwen slowly stopped stroking the teacup, and his eyes became inexplicably unfocused. He didn't know when it started, but he and his son had to find topics to talk about.

When he was little, he would pester me with questions and have endless things to say to me. At that time, in his eyes, his father knew everything and had countless stories hidden in his belly.

They used to look at me with admiration, but now... if there's nothing to talk about, we barely speak when we sit together.

After raising my son for over twenty years, it seems like suddenly... I wouldn't say there's a rift, but he doesn't feel as close to me as before.

After all, this guy already has a girlfriend, and they're about to get married, so it's really not appropriate for him to keep bothering me with stories every day.

But... I still miss him when he was a kid, at least he wasn't like now, shamelessly asking me to top up his gas card.

Chen Jianwen sighed inwardly, picked up his teacup and took a big sip, his mouth twitching from the heat. He turned to Chen Shuo and said gently, "Dad will tell you a story today. What would you like to hear?"

"???"

Chen Shuo was enjoying a tangerine when he heard this and was stunned. He even got goosebumps. What was with this gentle tone?

He mechanically turned his head, stared at the old man for a while, and his brows gradually furrowed. "Dad, are you alright? Should I take you to the hospital to get checked out?"

He was utterly baffled. He was already in his twenties, yet the old man was treating him like a child, calling him "Dad" and telling him stories. This...

“…”

Chen Jianwen ignored him, holding his teacup and shaking his head with a sigh. He couldn't go back; his son was still the cutest when he was a child.

Outside, the night was deep, the stars twinkled, and a cold wind occasionally blew through the air.

The room was brightly lit and warmly heated, making it feel like a completely different world from the outside world separated by just one wall.

Dishes were laid out on the table one by one, and the family gathered around the table to eat. Chen Jianwen even brought out a bottle of baijiu from his study, intending to reminisce about his beloved son who only existed in his memories.

"Have a drink with me?" He handed over a wine cup, raised an eyebrow at Chen Shuo, and could still vaguely make out what he looked like as a child. But comparing him to now, he felt that the kid was now repulsive.

Chen Shuo looked at the wine cup but didn't reach out to take it. He turned his head to look at Bai Xiaoqi, his eyes questioning.

Why are you looking at me like that?

"What do you say?"

"How would I know?" Bai Xiaoqi turned her gaze elsewhere and secretly pinched his leg again.

This guy... acts like I'm the one who's stopping him from drinking and is being very strict.

Although I don't usually allow him to drink, I would definitely let him drink in this situation.

Why should I look at myself?

"What do you mean by pinching me? Isn't it the same as giving in?"

"Let me go." Bai Xiaoqi lowered her head and whispered, then reached out and pinched his waist again.

"Hiss... Dad, I'll drink with you." Chen Shuo twitched his lips and reached out to take the wine cup.