Chapter 309: You Really Suit My Taste

Perhaps it was her nerves getting the best of her when she mistakenly thought about what would happen if she and Brother An had a baby in the future.

Oh God, it seems she still needs to cultivate Brother An’s potential as a stay-at-home dad.

So, she randomly said to Ye Zi’an, "What are you waiting for? Go soothe her and learn how to do it properly."

Upon hearing this, Ye Zi’an had an odd expression on his face and seemed to want to laugh but didn’t. Instead, he obediently went to comfort Yang Dongxue. Not sure what he said, but the magical thing was that Yang Dongxue stopped crying. Most importantly, the little girl followed Ye Zi’an around all night.

This continued even during dinner, and it took a lot of effort from Ms. Wang to coax her into sleeping with Yang Xiayun.

"What did you say to her? How come she’s suddenly so attached to you?" After Ms. Wang took the two little girls back to their room, Yang Chuxia curiously asked Ye Zi’an.

"I didn’t say anything," Ye Zi’an shrugged helplessly. "All I asked her was, ’Do you want to play with your brother?’ Then she said yes."

Yang Chuxia looked at him disbelievingly, "That’s it? And then it’s all over?"

"That’s it."

Yang Chuxia walked up to Ye Zi’an, circled around him, and suddenly held his face, looking left and right.

In the end, she concluded, "When you talk to girls in the future, remember to lower your head. This face is too much of a disaster; it’s just no good. Even little kids are attracted to it."

Ye Zi’an, feeling helpless, lightly furrowed his brows and pulled Yang Chuxia’s hand away. "It’s still better that they’re attracted to me than the other way around."

"Pfft..." Yang Chuxia burst out laughing. How had she never realized that Brother An could be so narcissistic?

"You laugh, but isn’t it true? As long as they’re not attracted to me, it’s all good."

"Yes, yes, very true. Brother An, you’re just my type."

At her words, Ye Zi’an suddenly smiled slyly, just like Yang Chuxia usually did, "Being your type means you like me, right? Well, I understand. Xiaxia likes me. Xiaxia is also my type."

Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia instantly widened her eyes. Goodness, this young man is something else, with his impressive flirting skills.

However, being suddenly confessed to did make her feel a bit sweet and bashful inside. She grabbed Ye Zi’an’s hand and swayed it around, both of their hearts pounding like little deer.

Just as they were about to share an intimate embrace, two spoilsports appeared.

"Brother, you’re so my type."

"Little bro, liking someone means they’re your type, right? Yeah, I get it, you like me. You’re also my type, little bro."

After saying that, Yang Chuxia turned to see the two silly brothers hug each other, essentially stealing the hug that she and Brother An were going to share.

As if hugging wasn’t enough, these two brats even winked at her and Brother An while doing so.

"Tsk, tsk, Sis, you and Brother Zi’an should be more careful. We’re at home with so many pairs of eyes watching." Yang Qingrui said in an adult-like manner.

"Exactly, the teacher says that men and women should not touch each other." Yang Qingtong chimed in.

Upon hearing this, Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes. "The teacher also says not to look at impropriety, but I don’t see you covering your eyes." After giving each of the two brothers a rough knock on the head, she walked away. Only in her heart did she lament how her sweet embrace with Brother An was ruined. It seems that the unlucky one is always her.