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Chapter 15 The Sitting Girl(2/2)

Damn it, is it still cold in the hearth room? York gave me a warning!

Martha was very smart. She rubbed the cool top of her head.

Yep, my sister is my sister.

Mrs. Brown went to tidy the guest room.

While the other two were making a fuss, Yu Xing had already walked to the sofa and sat down, chatting with Susan for several words.

"Hi, I'm Roy, and I'm going to bother you at your house tonight. What's your name? How old are you?" Yu Xing wore a monster's face and communicated with Susan in the gentlest tone.

Susan is no longer a simple child. She is in adolescence at the age of fifteen, and children now know a lot. If you talk to her in a coaxing tone, she might call you mentally retarded.

So Yu Xing treated Susan the way he would treat an adult.

"My name is Susan, I'm fifteen years old." Susan stared at Yu Xing with her amber eyes, and then suddenly covered her face shyly, "I won't bother you, not at all."

Yu Xing: "..." The child has reached the age where love begins.

He didn't expect Susan to be shy towards him, so he could only step back a little to give Susan a chance to buffer.

As soon as his line of sight shifted, he shifted to the music box on the coffee table.

Behind the music box is a clockwork with a bow, and a princess-like girl sitting on the circular base.

The girl was dressed very dreamily, with layers of pink cake skirts, complicated crowns and braided hair. The only thing that caught Yu Xing's attention was that she was sitting down.

Sitting again.

It is exactly the same as the oil painting on the wall of the hall, with similar postures.

In fact, there is nothing wrong with sitting, and there is nothing wrong with just looking at the music box. He is just too sharp, so sharp that he can detect where the sense of dissonance comes from just by looking at it - the girls in the painting were originally supposed to be models based on real people.

Quiet and rigid as a doll.

Thinking of this, Yu Xing couldn't help but raise his head and look at the girl in one of the oil paintings on the wall.

Ah, we looked at each other.

Yu Xing smiled at the girl.
Chapter completed!
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