Tong Mo explained with a smile, "Spring fever is... missing someone."
"Oh, that's what it means!" The little one immediately bit her finger, half-understanding as she looked at her brother, suddenly smiling as she said, "So, Brother Chenchen is missing Sister Chongchong, right?"
"Shut! Up!" Chenchen said with a dark face, chasing them out of the room, and then heavily closing the door.
That night, Chongchong's face kept popping into Chenchen's mind.
Could it be that he really likes her?
A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, even if naive, starts to understand emotions.
Annoying...
Chenchen glanced at the alarm clock beside him; it was already two in the morning.
Thinking about how he still had to take that guy to school in the morning, Chenchen took a deep breath and forced himself to sleep.
Morning.
Eight o'clock.
