Chapter 1869: Tingting Is a Younger Sister

Xu Shu didn’t move.

His legs couldn’t hold on, and she didn’t seem to be willing to let go for a while, so he knelt down with one knee on the carpet.

Xu Tingting held him for a while, feeling uncomfortable, and flipped over, rolling off his arm.

Xu Shu retracted his hand and covered her with the blanket.

Xu Tingting was restless; perhaps due to the alcohol, she felt hot, kicked the blanket away, stretched her hand out, pulled the blanket down, leaving it piled thickly on her stomach.

Xu Shu laughed, her sleeping posture could defeat 99% of children in the country.

He waited for a while, and when she was sleeping soundly, he tried to cover her with the blanket again.

“Brother Shu…”

Xu Tingting turned over and then back again, her eyes remained closed, yet she knew where he was. She reached out but couldn’t reach him, so he moved closer, letting her grab his pant leg.

She tugged a bit, her head nestled comfortably in the pillow, eyes slowly opened to a thin slit, “Hehe…”

Xu Shu chuckled, “What’s so funny?”

“Brother Shu…”

“Yes, I’m here.”

“Brother Shu…” She tightened her grip on his pant leg, clutching the fabric in her palm, turned her face as if about to drift off again, and murmured hazily, “Is your blind date nice?”

The man’s face slowly became silent.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

After a long while, someone’s breathing became more even, Xu Shu grasped her hand, not forcefully, and as he supported her, she released her grip.

He put her hand under the blanket, went to the bathroom, drew a basin of warm water, and wiped her face, hands, and neck. He emptied the water and drew another basin, changed to another towel. He carefully and expertly removed her socks, cleaned her feet, returned one foot to the blanket when done, and then did the same for the other.

He bent over for a long time, feeling a bit weak, so he squatted down, bringing his sight level with her face.

“Not as nice as you.”

Xu Shu gently closed the door. Footsteps came downstairs, and Madam Xu spotted the light, coming over just as Xu Shu exited the room.

“Ah Shu?” She walked quickly over, “What happened?”

Xu Shu said, “Just got back from Grandfather’s house, did I wake you?”

“Not really.”

Madam Xu glanced at the time, “It’s quite late. Your grandfather is used to sleeping early. Normally, you’d have returned after dinner, why stay so late today?”

“Grandfather was in a good mood, had a few drinks, chatted with old friends till late, and kept them overnight.”

“No wonder,” Madam Xu nodded, “And Tingting, did she cause any trouble?”

Xu Shu smiled, his expression naturally gentle, “No, she was very good.”

“Oh…”

Madam Xu held the door handle, intending to enter but paused when she smelled alcohol.

Xu Shu grabbed the other side of the door handle, closing the door, explaining, “A few younger ones came by, about Tingting’s age, had some drinks.”

Afterwards, he didn’t hear Madam Xu speak, and as he looked up, the light smile on his lips slowly faded.

Madam Xu was staring at his rolled-up sleeves.

On the white shirt, there were faint traces of water stains.

Her expression darkened, and suddenly looked up at him, her demeanor seemed both conflicted and hesitant—perhaps a mix of closeness and a subconscious sense of exclusion.

Like a sigh yet also a plea: “Ah Shu, Tingting… is your sister.”