"Brother, who's here?" Qin Xiangnuan hurried over when she saw Qin Xiangyang not moving, and was surprised to see Jian Zhiqing, suddenly driven by the sight of him even her sleepiness had vanished.
"Brother Jian, you're here?" She ran over and grabbed Jian Zhiqing's sleeve, but then quickly let go as if she noticed something.
"Yes, I've come," Jian Zhiqing affectionately touched Qin Xiangnuan's hair, "Nuannuan has grown taller, becoming a young lady now."
Qin Xiangnuan felt a slight tremble in her heart, a feeling she could not quite explain, as if smelling the scent of spring grass. That vitality breaking through the ground, the beauty of flowers about to bloom, or perhaps it was the original accelerating beat of her own heart.
She internally cursed at herself, however old she was, she was still quite mature. Yes, that was it, at her age, having her hair touched by someone else was indeed odd.
