"Third Cousin, you're knocking on my head again. How can you be my cousin like this?" As she spoke, Yu Youyao turned around and looked at Zhou Linghuai. "Cousin won't knock my head with a fan."
Although he would knock her forehead with his hand…
The little girl's pitiful gaze made Zhou Linghuai frown. He turned his wheelchair and walked up to her, asking gently, "Does it hurt? I brought medicine with me…"
Yu Youyao blinked at her cousin innocently. "It was a little painful at first, but it stopped hurting when you showed concern."
Zhou Linghuai did not know whether to laugh or cry. He suddenly understood Xie Jingliu a little. He felt his hands itch to hit the little girl's forehead with his fan.
The two of them were childhood sweethearts and loved each other, but she had forgotten about him, her "third" cousin. Xie Jingliu felt very stifled.
