บท 1115: He Is as Scorching as a Fireball V

"Brother Fu Chen, what are Father and Mother doing?" Outside the chamber, Qing Han's ears perked up as she stared dazedly at Fu Chen. 

Fu Chen quickly covered Qing Han's ears as he blushed. 

"Don't eavesdrop on them. This isn't something a child should know. Stay focused and guard the door together with me."

Qing Han pouted indignantly.

'Pfft! Brother Fu Chen had just slept a little longer than me but he has actually grown so tall. He even despises me by calling me a child. Was he not a child before?"

"No way! Brother Fu Chen is so mean. I'll never talk to you again."

Qing Han turned her head sideways in a fit of pique and refused to talk to Fu Chen. 

Hearing the sound in the chamber, a dusky blush rose to Fu Chen's face. He glimpsed at Qing Han subconsciously.

Burning with fury, the little maiden pouted. She looked extremely adorable, it was as if her cheeks were two apples. It was a pity that Qing Han did not grow up this time.