First Love
871 Words
“Big brother, this restaurant is so big, but the business isn’t good.” Sima Qing, who was visiting such a high-end and luxurious restaurant for the first time, sat on the chair, curiously looking around. How could she know that Sima Chun had booked out the entire restaurant just for them?
“Qing’er, come on, eat this,” he said.
“I’ve already brushed my teeth, I don't want to eat anything, you go ahead and eat,” she replied, and couldn’t help but laugh, remembering his stomach growling.
“Then drink the milk. It’s good for you to drink milk at night.”
“Go ahead and eat, I told you I don’t want to eat it,” she pushed the milk and her plate towards him.
He looked at her silently, feeling that she still didn’t trust him, even refusing the things he offered her.
“Okay then, I’ll take you back to the hospital,” he said, still in a gentle tone, and got up, ready to leave.
Knowing that he was upset, Sima Qing immediately picked up the milk and started drinking while nibbling at the food.
By the time Sima Chun came back, most of the food on her plate was gone.
“Big brother, I really can’t eat anymore,” she said, patting below her throat.
“Come on, stand up, I’ll pat your back to help you,” he said, gently patting her back.
“Okay, big brother, you should eat something now. Otherwise your stomach will start growling again.”
He sat down and first ate what she had left over, and drank the rest of her half-bottle of milk, before starting his own meal.
“Wow, this building is so tall, is it a hundred stories? It feels like the elevator takes a few minutes!” she said, curiously looking at everything.
“99 stories, we’re here,” he said, pressing a few numbers on the door, which opened automatically.
“Wow, is this your home? It’s huge! Wow, so many rooms, are you running a hotel here?”
“No, I live here alone. Here’s your toothbrush, you can brush your teeth in the bathroom on the left.” She didn’t dare to refuse, afraid he would get upset again.
When she came out of the bathroom, she saw that he had finished showering and was sitting on the sofa in a set of white loungewear, watching TV. He was really handsome, more handsome than the white horse princes in the novels. She used to think princes only existed in novels and movies. She felt something strange was growing in her mind, she couldn’t quite tell what it was. She was just staring at him, mesmerized.
He turned off the TV, walked up to her, and gently took her hand, leading her to the sofa. When their eyes met, she saw a tenderness in his eyes, which could soften any ice. She suddenly felt like seven or eight small deers were jumping around in her heart, her face flushing red.
“Qing’er, big brother really wants to hold you, is that okay?” Sima Chun’s voice was a little husky.
She lowered her head, not saying a word.
He pulled her onto his lap and hugged her on the sofa, his face gently rubbing against her hair: “Qing’er, you must be wondering why big brother is being so good to you, right?”
“Mm,” Sima Qing nodded in his arms, her arms placed awkwardly at her side.
“You know, you’ve been big brother’s little princess since you were small. Big brother wasn’t careful and lost you. My little princess has had to endure so much hardship. It’s all big brother’s fault. But my little princess has always been in big brother’s heart, big brother has never forgotten you.”
Sima Qing cried quietly in his arms: “Then why did big brother lose me?”
“It’s all big brother’s fault. Big brother will never lose his little princess again.” His voice was getting softer and more husky.
She reached out her hands and wrapped them around his waist, feeling comfortable and grounded as she leaned against his chest, listening to his steady, strong heartbeat.
“Qing’er, promise big brother something, okay?” he said, holding her even tighter, as if wanting to melt her into his bones.
“What is it?”
“Don’t ever leave big brother. No matter what happens, don’t leave big brother, okay?”
Sima Qing looked up at Sima Chun, noticing the tears in his eyes. She reached up to wipe them away. “Big brother, why are you crying? Qing’er won’t leave you. Come on, let's make a pinky promise.”
“Pinky promise.”
“Big brother, does your arm still hurt?”
“Yes, it hurts. Help me blow on it,” Sima Chun said, extending his injured arm.
She suddenly kissed his wound, her face flushing, saying: “Big brother, is it better now?”
He kissed her forehead and said: “Mm, it really doesn’t hurt anymore.”
“Big brother, I need to get back to the hospital, Mom will be worried.”
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