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Tang Qingyi's voice fell gently in her ears, like a whisper, as beautiful as a dream: "...Only you and mother know."

Tangtang's eyes widened suddenly.

"I can't find anyone else to help me."

"I don't want other people coming here."

"I only have you."

"...I only know you."

"Tang Tang."

Tang Qingyi's voice is neither sweet nor soft, so it looks cold.

Like green branches in the crushed snow, the fresh green is tightly wrapped by the transparent ice layer, and when you touch it, you will feel the chill wrapped around your fingertips.

But she called Tang Tang's name in such a low voice, the sweet overlapping sounds made the ending sound a bit warmer.

"Can you help me decorate my new home?"

Tangtang's mind went blank.

Such a nice...invitation.

She was invited to leave her mark on Tang Qingyi's territory.

Tang Qingyi's home.

She has a place.

"it is good."

Chapter 18

Tang Qing also looked at the tearful Tangtang intently.

The panic and worry carefully hidden in the girl's pupils was so easily overwhelmed by the surprise, and she stared blankly at her.

Although expected, Tangtang's reaction...was too good.

So good... Tang Qing also realized that all her plans might be easy.

—Let the girls stay by their side.

The perfect reproduction of those times in memory brought Tang Qingyi's life back to her most satisfactory state ahead of schedule.

"Tang Qingyi." Tang Tang's eyes were bright, but her voice was soft.

She likes to call Tang Qingyi's name very much.

It seemed that these three words were more important than any wish she wanted to express.

"Yeah." She replied.

Tang Qing also stretched out his hand to the girl, spreading his thin and fair palm in front of the girl.

Tangtang stared at it, and slowly put her fingertips on it little by little, carefully rubbing from the knuckles to the warm palm.

stop.

She looked at Tang Qingyi eagerly.

"Tang Qing also..."

Warm and soft, the girl's touch is like a fine feather, which is caught off guard and gently covers the skin.

Tang Qing was also startled.

She wasn't asking to hold hands.

she just-

The overlapping hands convey a wonderful touch, like counting the first clusters of small fireworks on a nine-winter night.

Now it quietly blooms in front of her eyes.

Facing the girl's eyes, Tang Qing also seemed to be able to see the little tail behind the girl, which was stiff for a moment and then frantically shaking, so happy.

She lowered her eyes, and slowly closed her fingers, holding the girl's fingertips in her palm, making the touch more clear.

Tang Qing also used the other hand to continue what she wanted to do at first.She picked up the heavy schoolbag in Tang Tang's arms and placed it on the sofa covered with a dust cover.

"Aren't you tired after hugging for so long?" Her voice was tight and cold, and others would think she was unhappy.

Tang Tang was still holding hands, she shook her head first, then nodded in a daze.

"The paper cutter is here."

Tang Qingyi rested his fingers on the girl's palm and placed the handle of the knife.

"Watch your hands."

"Okay, okay." Tang Tang hurriedly responded.

She buried her head in unpacking the cardboard box, turned her head and saw the schoolbag on the sofa, the temperature in her palm was still there, recalling Tang Qingyi's expression, she had a flash of inspiration——

Tang Qing also stretched out his hand to her, probably to take the schoolbag in her arms.

She... She actually put her hand on it.

No wonder, Tang Qingyi looked a little surprised at first.But why didn't Tang Qingyi say it?

Instead...he took her into his palm.

"Zi-Zi"

Tang Qing also took out a set of tea sets from the cardboard box, and found that the girl's movement was too slight.

She turned around.

Tang Tang was squatting on the ground, her whole head was buried in her knees, her exposed small ears were so red that they were about to bleed.

Shyness is broken.

Tang Tang closed her eyes and thought, how could Tang Qingyi be so gentle.

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Tang Qingyi has a lot of things, and it seems that he intends to completely erase all traces from the other house.

The two took two hours to disassemble, but only tidied up a quarter.

The sound of a paper knife slicing through the yellow tape, the subtle sound of cartons clinking, the rubbing of foam filling...

The living room is well lit, and the late autumn sunlight is light and light. Through the glass door, the girl's hair is covered with lightness, and it is plated with fluffy light gold.

Comfortable and quiet.

"Tangtang." Tang Qingyi's gaze stayed on the girl's fair and delicate side face, and his mind was drawn by the quietly drooping eyelashes.

The girl blinked her eyes and raised her head, her eyelashes were stained with golden light particles, reflected in her clean pupils.

"Tang Qingyi?"

"Eat." Tang Qing also nodded his watch.

She didn't mean to ask Tangtang's opinion, she knew that the girl was ashamed to describe her emotions and feelings.

Whether you ask or not, the answer is the same-what is Tang Qing, and what is Tang Tang.

"Okay." Tang Tang followed Tang Qingyi's example and put away the paper cutter, and handed the clinker in front of her with one hand.

Long and slender fingers, with light pink nails, and the protruding wrist bones are exquisite and small.

Tang Tang felt a little thirsty, and looked away in a panic.

She confirmed that the sharp points were all put into the plastic case, and then carefully placed the paper knife in her hand on the soft palm.

"Okay." The girl smiled with her face up, pure and brilliant.