I Might Have Fallen in Love With My Childhood Sweetheart Chapter 111 - 107 More Like Her Own Brother

According to the speed of the car, it would be at least 9 p.m. by the ti we get ho.

After finishing the small bread, Qingran felt a bit drowsy. Ruan Ruan and Zheng Chunming had already laid back in their seats and fallen asleep, even the usually energetic Song Shize was nodding off.

The weather had suddenly turned hot these past few days, and at the mont, the air conditioning in the car made everyone’s arms feel chilly. Qingran took a jacket and a thin blanket out of her backpack and covered Ruan Ruan and Zheng Chunming with them.

Just as Qingran was about to close her eyes and sleep for a bit, soone suddenly grabbed her arm. Xie Ying’an forcefully pulled her to the vacant seat next to him.

The young man’s dark eyes were filled with a smile as he stuffed sothing warm into Qingran’s hand, frowning as he looked at her.

Seeing the hot bun in her hand, Qingran was shocked into silence.

It took her a while to finally ask, "Where did you get this bun?"

What’s more surprising is that after so long since getting on the bus, the bun was still warm.

"I bought it before getting on the bus."

Xie Ying’an appeared unusually flustered, his long eyelashes drooping as the dim and bright lights inside the car shone on his sharp facial features and the tear mole on his eyelids, flickering with the lights. For a mont, Qingran thought the young man in front of her was dreamily beautiful.

"Oh."

Qingran turned away and looked down at the bun in her hand. The small bread she had earlier barely filled her stomach, but now there was a hot bun right in front of her. She, who never stood on ceremony with Xie Ying’an, opened the plastic bag and took a bite.

The shepherd’s purse filling didn’t give off much flavor.

After taking a bite, Qingran rembered to ask Xie Ying’an, "Have you eaten?"

Xie Ying’an paused, then nodded: "I ate earlier."

Li Qing Mo, with a nose better than a dog’s, noticed as Qingran bit into the bun and approached sulkily, staring intently at the bun Qingran had bitten twice, even keeping his voice low, "Li Qingran, I’ve spoiled you for nothing, you got sothing good to eat and didn’t think about your brother?"

Qingran ignored him: "Brother, I’ve already eaten this bun, I’ll compensate you with two more tomorrow."

Li Qing Mo shalessly stretched out his hand: "It’s okay, I don’t mind that you’ve already eaten it. How many tis have I eaten things you’ve eaten since we were kids? I don’t care about these details anymore."

"Slap" Xie Ying’an expressionlessly knocked Li Qing Mo’s hand away.

Li Qing Mo got angry: "Fuck, Xie Ying’an what do you an?"

Xie Ying’an looked at him indifferently, a suppressed anger in his eyebrows: "What did you an by selling Li Qingran?"

"Selling?" Li Qing Mo had long forgotten the agreent with Song Shize and he glared, "When did I sell Li Qingran?"

Qingran also looked doubtfully at Xie Ying’an, then squinted at her unreliable brother.

The one good thing about Li Qing Mo is, if soone else bullies his sister, he will fight them, but if he bullies her himself, it doesn’t matter.

Xie Ying’an exchanged glances with Qingran, moved out, swapped places with Qingran, and blocked the outside with his eyes closed, leaving Li Qing Mo with a phrase: "Think about it yourself!"

Li Qing Mo indeed sat back in his seat and thought hard, unable to rember when he had "sold" Li Qingran.

Except for being a little restless because Teacher Sun really ignored him when he first got on the bus, it seed to be when he was hurrying Song Shize to leave his seat, Song Shize said sothing, and he responded carelessly, not knowing what he had agreed to.

Could it have sothing to do with Song Shize?

With a steaming bun in her stomach, the bumps of the car made Qingran feel even sleepier. Sitting here felt a bit cold now, and it might be even colder if she fell asleep later.

With foresight, she took out another thin blanket, and before closing her eyes, she glanced at Xie Ying’an once more.

At that ti, Xie Ying’an was also closing his eyes, half-reclining in the seat, not knowing whether he was asleep or just resting with closed eyes.

The thin blanket was sowhat large, and Qingran unfolded it and gently draped the other side over Xie Ying’an.

The motion of covering him with half of the blanket didn’t wake Xie Ying’an, which made Qingran even more certain that he must have been asleep.

Even though they said that the competition these days wasn’t exhausting, their nerves had been constantly tense. It was definitely a lie to say they weren’t nervous, as that kind of tension made one feel particularly fatigued once relaxed.

Qingran carefully covered herself with the other side of the blanket, found a relatively comfortable position, and closed her eyes to sleep.

She didn’t see the barely perceptible trembling of the young man’s long eyelashes. Only when the steady breathing sound ca from beside him did Xie Ying’an open his eyes.

He turned his head to look at Qingran, who was curled up and sleeping soundly, the thin blanket partially covering her face. From this angle, he could only see her eyelashes fluttering slightly with each breath.

Xie Ying’an clenched his fingers on both sides, his youthful eyes reflecting the light outside the window, both bright and dim.

With only a year and a month left until the end of high school, he always felt that the coming year and a month were full of uncertainties.

A slight mishap, and Li Qingran might never be a part of his life.

This feeling had only started recently, precisely since entering F University. Whenever he thought about it, it felt as if soone was clutching his heart, making it impossible to breathe.

He couldn’t imagine how he would live the rest of his long life without Li Qingran.

It’s said that young emotions are sincere, pouring out passion in hopes of so reciprocation. Life is so fleeting, sotis one must recklessly gamble with fate.

Under the cover of the thin blanket, Xie Ying’an easily grabbed Qingran’s hand, his fingers weaving through hers, their fingers interlocking.

Only then did he feel a trace of reassurance inside.

Li Qing Mo, that blockhead, really lacked tact, stretching his leg to kick Xie Ying’an’s foot.

Xie Ying’an turned to look at him, just staring silently.

Li Qing Mo knew Xie Ying’an was still annoyed about the earlier incident. He chuckled awkwardly, glanced back to make sure Song Shize was asleep,

then explained, "How could I possibly sell out my sister? The thing I promised Song Shize isn’t set in ti yet. Besides, it’s not decided that it will only be my sister going, I might as well bring you along when the ti cos."

Xie Ying’an snorted coldly, "Rember what you said just now!"

Li Qing Mo nodded repeatedly, a bit puzzled, "Why do I feel that recently the relationship between Li Qingran and you..."

He paused, his expression grim.

Xie Ying’an showed no change in deanor, still composed as he questioned Li Qing Mo, "What’s wrong with our relationship?"

Li Qing Mo’s tone was slightly sour, "I feel like recently Li Qingran has been treating you like her real brother, pushing aside , her actual brother."

"Real brother?" Xie Ying’an’s expression was complex and definitely not pleased. He lowered his voice and asked Li Qing Mo, "Why do you think Li Qingran treats like her real brother?"

Li Qing Mo pointed at the thin blanket covering them, accusingly, "Before, when we took cars, Li Qingran always sat in the sa row with . And before, when I slept, she would also cover with a blanket."

Oh, Xie Ying’an suddenly realized, feeling foolish for having been anxious for so long. In Qingran’s eyes, all these were normal behaviors.

Li Qing Mo continued in a sour tone, "Maybe it’s because you’ve helped her a lot recently, making you more like her real brother."

Xie Ying’an fell silent, a hint of barely suppressible irritation showing on his face.

Shut your mouth. Damn more like her real brother!

I think you’re the only one who wants to be her real brother.