Transmigrated As My Former Uncle’s Sweetheart

Ji’er’s feet.

Ji’er was sitting on the edge of the bed.
After Chu Qi had finished wiping her feet, she pulled back and hugged her knees to her chest.

She gazed at Chu Qi quietly with shimmering eyes.

When Chu Qi was heading out to pour the used water away, he bumped into Long Yin and Yaoyao.

However, he merely gave them a wordless nod before leaving with the water.

Yaoyao glanced at her brother and caught the noticeable furrow in his brow.

She scratched her head, also somewhat unable to get used to the way things were between Chu Qi and Ji’er.

It may not have been a big deal in the past, but Ji’er was now nine, and Chu Qi was a grown man, so it was rather inappropriate for them to carry on like this.

“Why are you two here?” Ji’er was surprised to see her brother and Yaoyao.

Yaoyao had come to deliver the news to Ji’er, but after walking in on that scene just now, she changed her mind.

Averting her gaze, she walked over to Ji’er and sat down on the edge of her bed.
“We were just passing by.”

Ji’er eyed her incredulously.
“Just passing by?” If she remembered correctly, a certain someone had announced that afternoon that she would not come to her palace ever again.

Clearly, Yaoyao also recalled the bold declaration she had made that afternoon, and she could not help feeling sheepish.

She cleared her throat.
“We’re just here to see if you’re being a crybaby, that’s all.”

Ji’er shot her an annoyed look and opened her mouth to snap back, but when she remembered that she had indeed cried that afternoon, she retorted a little feebly, “You’re the crybaby.”

“That’s good to hear.” Yaoyao kicked off her shoes and squeezed herself into the bed, yawning.
“I’m not going back.
I want to sleep with you tonight.”

Ji’er said disdainfully, “I don’t want to sleep with you.
You have the worst sleeping posture—you’re always crushing my stomach with your leg.”

Yaoyao raised a hand as if taking an oath.
“I promise I’ll behave and not disturb you tonight.”

Ji’er stammered a little, reluctant to share her bed.
Eventually, she turned to Long Yin.
“Royal Brother…”