voice control bun

Xiao Baozi's house is a typical mess but not dirty.

But for the little brother, chaos is a bit uncomfortable, after all, it is more pleasing to the eye and the eye when things are neatly placed.

So the rule of cleaning once a week has been established.

Before the big cleaning, the little brother assigned a task to the little bun—sorting out his handicrafts, and sorting comic books and picture albums on the bookshelf.

Xiao Baozi secretly rubbed his fingers: "Shouldn't comic books and picture albums be readily available?"

The little brother chuckled: "You put it on the bookshelf, I can tell which one you want to take at a glance, I can help you, and it's also 'handy'."

"Yeah." Xiao Baozi was instantly happy, as expected, the little brother was the best.

While the little brother was mopping the floor, the little bun was arranging the albums. He moved a small bench and stood on it tremblingly. The little chubby hands couldn't reach the top shelf of the bookshelf.

"So stupid, why didn't you call me?" The little brother had already stood behind Xiao Baozi at some point, took the picture album, and put it on the bookshelf that Xiao Baozi couldn't fit just now.

The little brother's breath and voice lingered in his ears, and the little bun's heart was beating non-stop.

"You... are so tall," Mingming himself is not short, at 1.7 meters, how could he be so easy.

The little brother's laughing voice came from my ears: "No, it's because your hands are too short."

The little bun with short hands and short legs really wants to hit his little brother and get swollen!super angry!

The little bun turned around, and with a "snap"...he hugged his little brother: "Big brother with long hands, please give me an 'arm', here are more than thirty picture albums."

Successfully evolved the little counselor.

The little brother smiled triumphantly: Forgive you for not daring to do anything to me, but you just like to bully your own wife every day, the only kind he can bully.

After a book was sorted, the little brother started to clean the windows.

Xiao Baozi also took a rag to wipe.

The little brother is on the balcony, and the little bun is on the living room side.

The sun shines into their neat little home, and the little brother said: "Let's keep a pet."

The little bun smiled: "Then you want me to think about it, I want to raise someone just like you."

"Why?" The little brother was puzzled.

The little bun yelled through the window: "When I miss you, I have it."

The little brother was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled: "Okay."

It turns out that the most beautiful love story is life.

By the time the little brother had tidied up the cleaning tools, the little bun had already fallen asleep on the sofa.

The little brother hesitated for a moment, but still patted the little bun: "Get up."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu." The little bun hugged his brother's hand and rubbed it: "Nouuuuuuuuuuuuuu."

"It's not good to catch a cold later, get up, take a bath and go to sleep."

"Don't... um~." With soft lips, the little bun opened his eyes and met the smiling eyes of his little brother: "If you don't get up again, I'll kiss again."

Little Baozi blushed: "Then you can kiss again, I won't get up."

Little brother... His face is so hot, when did my little bun get so flirtatious.

"Then...then I will kiss again."

"Ah."

It was a very long, very gentle kiss. Xiao Baozi closed his eyes and thought about his handsome face, so he didn't feel tired.

"Hey, I'm taking a bath." The little brother stopped and held the little bun's face: "My mouth is almost swollen from kissing."

"It's your fault!"

"Obviously you want me to kiss you."

"It's your fault!"

"Okay, then blame me, I like you, so I can't help it."

The corners of Xiao Baozi's mouth curved slightly.