"Sister Hua'er, it's time for me to play a fan for my brother-in-law~~ My aunt said that Niuniu is the best fan." The little Lori Niuniu stepped on the embroidery stool next to the bed, climbed up the soft collapse with all hands and feet, rolled her soft body to the little girl with a fan, sat up and hugged the painting's arm, blinked her big watery eyes and said softly to the painting.

The little Lolita girl is cute, with a small milk voice when she speaks, and there are two small dimples on her little face.

"Little Miss.... Can you? The painting was captured almost immediately, but after looking at the little arms and legs, I didn't feel at ease to hand over the responsibility of playing the fan to the little Lori Niu.

"Niu Niu is the best."

Little Lori Niu Niu is like a little adult, patting her small breasts with a small milk sound, soft and cute.

"Okay, then little miss, you can try it." Hua'er hesitated, but still lost under the soft and cute magic of little Lori, and handed the fan in his hand to Little Lori Niuniu, let Little Lori try, thinking that if it didn't work, she would take it back.

"Sister Hua'er, don't worry, it's good for Niuniu to play a fan."

After the little Lolita Niuniu took the fan, the two little dimples that were happy bloomed and gave Zhu Ping'an a serious fan.

"Brother-in-law, is Niuniu fan comfortable?" Little Lori Niuniu tilted her little head while playing a fan and asked Zhu Ping'an.

"Comfortable, Niu Niu is awesome." Zhu Ping'an naturally did not hesitate to praise.

Then, the little Lori Niuniu was like drinking honey, and she was about to jump up on the soft couch happily.

"I'll come too, and I'll play a fan too."

When the bear child saw Niuniu being praised, the whole person was also encouraged, and he also kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed.

"Slow down, slow down, Brother Rui......"

The little girl with the bun was nervous, for fear that the bear child Rui Ge'er would touch Zhu Ping'an's injured buttocks.

"Sister Niuniu, if you're tired, change me, I'll replace you." The bear child climbed into bed and sat next to the little Lori Niuniu, and whispered flatteringly.

"Then you have to study hard, you can't use the fan hard, and you can't be too small." Little Lolita Niu is like a little teacher.

"Mm-hmm, I'm smart, I'll learn it." Brother Rui, the bear child, nodded vigorously, and boasted without blushing at all.

Will you learn it?

You are really ashamed, Zhu Ping'an smiled and pulled the corners of his mouth.

She got out of bed and went outside to get two plates of fruit, one plate was placed on the soft table for the two small ones to eat, and one plate came to Zhu Ping'an, sat on the futon under the bed, and the little fat hand pinched a toothpick and inserted a piece of watermelon pulp and fed it to Zhu Ping'an.

"Paintings, I'll just take them and eat them myself." Zhu Ping'an is not used to the life of a noble son who stretches his hands to eat and opens his mouth, he is just injured in the buttocks, not because his hands are broken, so he can do it himself.

"My uncle was injured, and the young lady told her to take good care of my uncle. Uncle reads books, and paintings feed you. The little head of the painting shook firmly, insisting on feeding Zhu Ping'an to eat fruit, she couldn't be idle, since the work of playing the fan was robbed by the two little ones, it was impossible to give up this in her hand.

"I don't care if I eat and watch." Zhu Ping'an smiled slightly.

"It's best to concentrate on reading." The painting is very determined, and the little fat hand lifted the watermelon pulp to Zhu Ping'an's mouth, there is a kind of insistence that uncle, if you don't eat it, I will keep holding it until I am old.

"Uh...... All right. Zhu Ping'an looked at the insistent painting and couldn't help but nod helplessly.

"Hehe, my uncle eats ......"

Seeing that Zhu Ping'an agreed, the little girl with the bun couldn't help but smile happily, the whole person was as happy as if she had bloomed, and her face was happy to become a xiaolongbao, holding a watermelon and shaking it on Zhu Ping'an's mouth.

"Hmm." Zhu Ping'an hummed, opened his mouth to catch the watermelon fed by the painting, and took a bite, his mouth rustled, the sweet juice of the watermelon and the faint fragrance permeated his mouth, and it felt great.

Sweet and delicious, refreshing.

On a hot summer day, eating a bite of chilled watermelon is really a great enjoyment in life, Zhu Ping'an sighed in his heart.

"Uncle, is it delicious?"

The little girl with a bun is like a child waiting to be praised, and the fat face of the baby on her back is full of expectation.

"It's sweet and delicious." Zhu Ping'an satisfied her.

The little girl with the bun smiled with satisfaction, her big eyes narrowed, and the whole person was more motivated, she lowered her head and pinched the toothpick to the fruit plate, and she was ready to make persistent efforts to feed Zhu Ping'an a delicious fruit.

What a simple girl.

Zhu Ping'an looked at the happy painting, and couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips infected.

The little girl with the bun painted the duck sitting on the futon under the bed, the top of her head is not much higher than the soft collapse, and this portrait is lowering her head to consider whether to insert watermelon, peach or peel a loquat and lychee, Zhu Ping'an is lying on the pillow, just to see the top of her head.

The painting is holding a double snail bun and tying a red pearl ribbon, which is not as rigid and towering as in the TV series, and the painting is very lively and cute.

In summer, the painting is wearing a loose and simple green embroidered home clothes, the top is a collarless and sleeveless green placket than the armor, and the bottom is wearing a colorful embroidered official pink skirt, this kind of dress is not out of line, the women here in the Ming Dynasty, especially the girls and young women like to wear this kind of regular clothes, because it is convenient and fast to wear.

Hua'er lowered her head, and the red pearl ribbon tied in her snail bun hung down on her pink neck, because of the closeness, Zhu Ping'an could not only see the shallow one-line clavicle fossa in front of the painting's neck, but also clearly see the faint layer of fluff behind her pink and white neck, the sun shone through the window, and the layer of faint fluff shone in the sun, which was very cute.

"Uncle, eat lychees."

The painting with his head down finally made up his mind, peeled a lychee, raised his head and blinked expectantly, and stretched the same white and round lychee to Zhu Ping'an's lips like a treasure with white and chubby little paws.

Raising his head and stretching out his hand, this action pulled the loose collarless clothes of the painting.

Under the sun

A dazzling white tender broke into Zhu Ping'an's eyes.

The little white rabbit, the white and the white, the two ears and the flowers, erected......

No.

Should be.

The little fat rabbit, the fat and white, the two ears and flowers, erected, jumped and jumped, really loved......

What a cute little fat rabbit, Zhu Ping'an's nose couldn't help but feel a little itchy, and the melody on Douyin that he had heard in modern times inexplicably swirled in Zhu Ping'an's mind, and it couldn't be calmed down for a long time......

"Uncle, why don't you eat lychees." The painting looked up with a little face, held a lychee, and asked suspiciously.

"Ahem, eat, eat, eat the little fat rabbit, no...... Eat lychees. Zhu Ping'an was awakened by the sound of the painting, his old face turned red instantly, a layer of fine sweat on his forehead, and he coughed in disguise, and almost pouted baldly.

Don't look at indecent acts!

Don't look at indecent acts!

Then, Zhu Ping'an silently recited it several times in his heart, trying to divert his gaze from the place where he shouldn't be looking.

"Uncle, do you want to eat rabbits for lunch? The young lady has already gone to prepare the venison pot, so why don't you eat the rabbit for dinner. Hua'er thought that Zhu Ping'an wanted to eat rabbit meat, and suggested seriously with a little face.

"Uh-huh, eat dinner, eat dinner." Zhu Ping'an nodded again and again......