"Come here, I'm afraid I'll eat you? Wasn't it okay just now?" Ji Wei stretched out his hand and pulled Liu Yimian to his side.

Liu Yimian didn't stand still, and kicked Ji Wei's stool with one foot, and people screamed and rushed forward. He was held by Ji Wei's head, hugged by the waist, and fell directly on his lap.

"Are you okay?" Ji Wei's concerned voice sounded above his head.

Liu Yimian wanted to be buried in his arms like this, never looking up again.

But obviously, that's not possible.

Ji Weijiu didn't answer, his free hand rubbed Liu Yimian's jaw, moved his head from his shoulders by an inch, and lowered his head to meet his eyes that had nowhere to hide.

"Looks like it's all right."

"Thank you Brother Ji!"

Liu Yimian stood up quickly, sat on the other stool, put both hands on her knees, and stared at the old nicks on the wooden table, as if there were flowers on them.

"I didn't say it very neatly just now. I thought you grew up all of a sudden. It seems that I think too much." Ji Wei chuckled lightly, tapping his right fingers on the table at will, and his searching eyes swept across Liu Yimian low. With a drooping face, he couldn't help sighing.

"Mianmian, why do you suddenly want to ask me this?" Ji Wei slowed down, for fear of scaring the timid boy in front of him.

After a long time, Liu Yimian replied tremblingly, "Brother Ji bought me back, could it be for me to study?"

of course not.

At least the original owner didn't plan this way.

But Ji Weike can't answer that.

"What do you want to say?"

"Brother Ji, it's been eight months since I was brought back by you, but I still have no name. What will others think of me..." Liu Yimian said in a low voice, and the last half of the sentence disappeared between his lips.

"It doesn't matter what others do, we just have to live our own lives."

"But"

Liu Yimian bit her lower lip, her hands under the table clenched into fists, and she said loudly, "But I like Brother Ji!"

When he said this, his eyes were tightly closed, and the long eyelashes were particularly outstanding, straight, casting a shadow on the eyelids, like black crow's wings.

He held his breath and waited for a long time, but did not hear Ji Wei speak.

Liu Yimian slowly opened his eyes and saw Ji Wei who frowned slightly, his heart tightened, and a strong sense of fear came up.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm sorry Brother Ji, I didn't say anything." Liu Yimian stood up with her arms on the table trembling slightly, staggering to leave.

After a few steps, Ji Wei stopped him.

Liu Yimian was frightened and covered her ears with both hands, not daring to listen to Ji Wei's answer.

"Enough! Listen to me!" Ji Wei tore off Liu Yimian's hands with force, his sharp eyes flashed away, and he returned to his usual gentleness, "Mianmian, you think too much."

"Why do you want to apologize if you like someone? I like Mianmian too." Ji Wei rubbed Liu Yimian's soft hair and sighed, "But you are so young, how can I marry you."

Afraid of hurting Liu Yimian's self-esteem, Ji Wei could only follow his words. But in his heart, his love for Liu Yimian was just his brother's love for seeing his younger brother.

He even felt that Liu Yimian's dependence on him was nothing but love, and it was mistaken for love.

Still too young, Ji Wei thought to himself.

"I'll be sixteen soon!"

The phrase "I like it too" made Liu Yimian come alive. His eyes were shining brightly. He stared at Ji Wei without blinking, smiling slightly, as if Chunhui melted the ice and snow, and Ji Wei couldn't move the time. Open your eyes.

"...Sixteen is still young." Ji Wei put his hand to his lips, coughed a few times, and looked away.

"But A Qiu was married when he was fifteen years old!" He didn't understand why Ji Ge kept saying that he was too young.

Mingming is fifteen years old, which is the age when brothers generally get married.

Even at the age of sixteen, you are still a middle school student. At best, you have been promoted from the third grade to the first grade.

It's really a beast to start with children under the age of 18!

Ji Wei thought silently in his heart.

"Be good, don't keep comparing yourself with others." Ji Wei patted Liu Yimian's shoulder and comforted him, "Look at how much Aqiu is taller than you."

The same brother, A Qiu is indeed an inch taller than Liu Yimian.

Unlike Liu Yimian, who is thin-skinned and tender-fleshed, people who are thin seem to be able to run away with a gust of wind. This is not only thin but also weak.

In addition, he didn't look like 1.7 meters, Ji Wei was interested in him and couldn't make a move.

"Then—" Liu Yimian suppressed the words she almost blurted out, tried her best to look reserved, and said slowly, "Brother Ji, what does it mean to grow up?"

"At least you have to grow up to be this tall and strong, so you can be considered grown up." Ji Wei gestured on his ears and arms.

"Brother Ji! I'm a brother!" Liu Yi stomped his feet angrily. Brothers are not born as tall as ordinary men. Not to mention that Brother Ji is already much taller than other men. If he wants to grow to the base of his ears, does he have to be as tall as an ordinary man?

Not to mention being as strong as him!

"As you say, I'll never grow up!"

Liu Yimian glared at him angrily, accusing, "You are bullying people!"

"Okay, I was wrong, I apologize to you." Ji Wei stretched out his right pinky thumb, raised an eyebrow at Liu Yimian, and said softly and amiably, "Pull the tick, I promise you I won't lie to you."

Pulling the hook is one of the most popular ways of making promises.

But mostly for children.

When you reach adulthood, you generally choose a more solemn approach.

Liu Yimian was a little awkward, but still agreed with Ji Wei, "So what's the guarantee?"

"If you can grow up to this point, I'll marry you and come in." Ji Wei pointed to his ear-equal position, and estimated that he was in his early seventies.

For an ordinary man, this is nothing.

But for my brother, it is tantamount to the difficulty of ascending to the sky. Height or something, isn't it a natural decision?