"Little Qingqing, have you missed your senior brother?" Rong Ye stretched out his hand and tugged at the tassels on Gu Qingqing's head as he asked with a smile.
Sensing the movement above her head, Gu Qingqing hurriedly stretched out her hand to cover her head. She raised her eyes and glared at Rong Ye, wanting to express her dissatisfaction.
Today, she was wearing a light blue scholarly dress with tassels of the same color on her head. Her skin was fair and her pair of big eyes stared at Rong Ye. She was fierce and fierce. Other than being cute, she did not have any deterrent force.
A trace of a smile flashed across Rong Ye's eyes. He felt that his junior sister was really cute no matter how he looked at her. The usually arrogant young master Rong quickly pretended to be humble. This made Gu Qingqing, who was pretending to be fierce, suddenly laugh, and her eyes curved into crescent moons.
