bestfiction Chapter 312 Which woman doesn't yearn for love, which man isn't infatuated?
Chapter 312 Which woman doesn't yearn for love, which man isn't infatuated?
Chapter 312 Which woman doesn't yearn for love, which man doesn't fall in love?
Zhuang Chaoying was carrying a thermos, which was filled with hot water. The steam from the hot water in the thermos blurred his glasses.
As the workload of senior year students increased, Xiaoting, Pengfei, and Dongzhe were still engrossed in doing practice tests.
Zhuang Chaoying tiptoed into the house.
He was carrying a thermos in one hand and three hot water bottles in the other.
He went up to the third floor, pushed open the door to Xiaoting's room, walked to the bedside, and gently placed the hot water bottle into Xiaoting's quilt, then tucked the corner of the quilt in.
Then, he went to Pengfei's room and repeated the same actions. Only after doing all this did he feel at ease and return to his own room.
Back in the room, I saw Ah Ling standing in front of the wardrobe, folding clothes and putting them into the wardrobe one by one.
Zhuang Chaoying put the remaining hot water bottle into their bed, then took out a basin from under the bed and slowly filled it with hot water, which was still steaming.
"Ah Ling, the water's ready, come and soak your feet."
The two sat side by side on the edge of the bed and put their feet into the hot water.
As soon as Zhuang Chaoying put her feet in, she felt a warm current instantly envelop her, and all the pores on her body opened up, giving her goosebumps.
"This feels so good! In this kind of weather, it's so comfortable to soak your feet before bed."
After saying that, he bent down, picked up the soap, and first rubbed his own feet. After rubbing his own feet, he rubbed Ah Ling's feet, gently massaging the chapped skin on them.
"Chaoying, I suddenly realized that Dongzhe and Xiaoting getting together is actually quite good. What if Xiaoting doesn't like Dongzhe?"
Zhuang Chaoying was taken aback when he heard this, then burst out laughing. He reached out and grabbed A-Ling's foot, teasing her.
"Ah Ling, you've changed so fast! A few months ago you were worried that Xiaoting and Dongzhe were dating too early, and now you want them to be friends? Aren't you afraid of becoming a grandmother early?"
Huang Ling gently patted him, pretending to be angry.
“I know what kind of girl Xiaoting is; she won’t do anything outrageous. I’m just thinking that if Dongzhe and Xiaoting really get into the same university, I’ll support them dating.” She said, smoothing her hair behind her ear with her hand, her eyes resolute.
After hearing this, Zhuang Chaoying picked up a towel and wiped their feet.
After wiping her down, he gently lifted Ah Ling's legs and placed them in the bed. "You just like Song Ying, and you've gotten Dong Zhe to like her too."
Huang Ling countered with a playful glint in her eyes, "Don't you like it? Hand me the face cream."
Zhuang Chaoying quickly handed over the face cream, thought for a moment, and said seriously, "I like it. I've always liked Dongzhe, that mischievous monkey. I have a very high opinion of him."
Huang Ling smiled and wiped her face. As long as she stood on the same side as Chao Ying, that was fine.
After the children finish their college entrance exams, we'll find a suitable time to bring this up with Song Ying and Engineer Lin. Maybe the two of them really are interested.
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Lin Dongzhe finally stopped writing, finishing the last set of papers. After putting down his pen, he looked at his watch; it was almost ten o'clock.
His gaze unconsciously fell on Xiaoting's profile. In an instant, scenes of the two of them together from childhood to adulthood played out one after another like a movie.
He recalled a time when they were children, when they went to fetch water together. The bucket wobbled and water spilled all the way, but they laughed so hard they almost fell over.
The first time he curiously touched Xiaoting's braids, the soft texture fascinated him. He also stole Xiaoting's eggs and made her cry, leaving him standing helplessly to the side.
They lay on a bed playing house, imitating the adults quite well.
In the middle of the night, he, Xiaoting, and Tunan went to the toilet in a daze, each holding a flashlight. It's still so funny to think about it now.
He still remembers taking Xiaoting to sell scrap, clutching the little money they earned, and running to the bookstall to look at comic books, their heads close together.
Xiaoting was extremely nervous when she went to the hospital for the first time.
The first time he rode a bicycle, Xiaoting was the passenger on the back. At the sports meet, they cheered each other on; their first secret trip to Shanghai; the first time he taught Xiaoting to dance, watching her clumsily yet happily learn…
So many of his childhood memories were with Xiaoting, and she was involved in every little thing. He really couldn't imagine what things would have been like without her.
After finishing his work, Pengfei stretched and let out a "hissing" sound.
Without realizing it, he saw Dongzhe staring blankly at his sister, his gentle gaze making his heart skip a beat.
He quickly kicked Lin Dongzhe.
Startled by the sudden kick, Lin Dongzhe turned his head and saw Pengfei staring at him with wide eyes, like a mother hen protecting her chicks.
Lin Dongzhe then realized that he had been lost in thought again. His face flushed, and he immediately stood up. His movements were a little flustered, and he almost knocked over the chair.
He picked up his schoolbag, stuffed the toilet paper inside, glanced at Xiaoting, and said with a slightly nervous tone, "Zhuang Xiaoting, Pengfei, I'm done writing. You two should go to sleep early; you have morning self-study tomorrow."
Xiaoting lowered her head and softly hummed in agreement.
When she heard Lin Dongzhe push open the door, Xiaoting slowly raised her head and watched his departing figure. The corners of her mouth involuntarily turned up, and there was a sweetness in that smile that she herself did not realize.
Those involved are often confused, while bystanders see things clearly; Pengfei saw it all.
He thought to himself, "Oh no, my sister's acting like this means she's interested in Lin Dongzhe too."
He scratched his head, feeling both worried and somewhat expectant, unsure of what to do.
Ten minutes later, Xiaoting packed up her books, washed up quickly, and went back to her room with her backpack.
She sat at her desk, hesitated for a moment, and took out a small wooden box from the cabinet on the desk. The box contained all the treasures she had collected.
Inside are her diary, filled with her thoughts; a hair clip given to her by Aunt Song; a toy her father bought for her on her first trip to Shanghai; and the first pair of gloves her mother knitted for her—many things from her childhood.
She opened her diary, and a group photo of the four of them taken in front of their house fell out.
Looking at the photos of them as children, each one so innocent and naive, Zhuang Xiaoting couldn't help but laugh. Lin Dongzhe was so silly back then, always with an innocent smile on his face, his hair all messy like a little hedgehog.
As she looked at it, only one name remained in her mind: Lin Dongzhe, Lin Dongzhe, repeating it over and over again.
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