"Okay, I’ll wash some fruit and come up!"
Agreeing, Luo Xiaoqian took some fruit from the refrigerator, washed it, put it in a fruit platter, and went upstairs to Luo Jun’s room. The first round between the two had ended.
"Who won?!" Luo Xiaoqian sat on the carpet beside Luo Jun, holding the fruit.
"Of course, I did!" Luo Jun said proudly.
"Impressive!" Luo Xiaoqian gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then stuffed a grape into his mouth. "Here’s a grape as a reward."
"So sweet." Luo Jun chewed on the grape, looking challengingly at Leng Zimo, "Want to go again?"
"Watch me beat you without a trace," Leng Zimo smiled.
So, the two started again, and ultimately, Leng Zimo won.
"Where’s my reward?" Leng Zimo looked at Luo Xiaoqian with a smile that wasn’t entirely innocent.
Seeing the ambiguity in his eyes, Luo Xiaoqian pretended not to understand, offering up a grape with her hand, "Here, it’s yours."
He opened his mouth, swallowing the grape while pulling her fingers to his lips, the tip of his tongue grazing her fingertips, making her shiver slightly.
She hurriedly pulled back her fingers, and he turned back to the TV screen, "Mo Mo, let’s go again!"
...
Turning around, over half an hour had passed. After winning yet another game, Leng Zimo glanced at the watch on his wrist. He set down the game controller, "It’s eight-thirty, Mo Mo, time for bed."
Luo Jun put down his game controller and stood up from the carpet, "Uncle Zimo, can you finish telling me the story you didn’t finish?"
"Of course!" Leng Zimo bent down to pick up the little guy from the floor, "Come on, let’s go hear the story and sleep."
As the two men left, Luo Xiaoqian cleaned up the fruit and other items on the floor, switched off the TV, and walked to the door. She reached her bedroom door, gently pushed it ajar, and saw the little guy lying on the pillow, with Leng Zimo lying beside him, telling him a story.


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