My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ Chapter 13. Little pitiful and self-deprecating

Chapter 13. Little pitiful self-pitying

Cheng Songer woke up early, thinking about the trap she set up yesterday. She got up and prepared to see if the wild boar had fallen into the trap she set.

But as soon as she opened the door curtain, she found someone had already woken up earlier than her.

Cheng Songer had shallow sleep, and any slight noise could wake her up. It was the same when she was in the college dormitory. She had to wait until all her roommates fell asleep before she could sleep. The next day, if her roommate woke up early to study, she would also be disturbed, resulting in poor sleep quality.

But ever since she crossed over to this world and lived with Cheng Qingzhi, Cheng Songer found that her sleep had improved a lot. She would usually sleep until she naturally woke up.

Even though Cheng Qingzhi woke up much earlier than her and had to prepare breakfast, he seemed afraid of disturbing her. He didn't make any noise at all.

She got dressed and walked out of the room, and Cheng Qingzhi was coming towards her with a basin of freshly boiled hot water.

Seeing that she had already woken up, he smiled slightly, and the smile in his eyes was particularly vivid and bright in the mist: "Songer, you're awake."

"Mhmm," Cheng Songer nodded, but her gaze couldn't help but be attracted to him.

"I've made porridge, come and eat," he said.

Cheng Songer nodded, feeling a bit embarrassed and avoiding his gaze.

Today, Cheng Qingzhi seemed to suddenly become even more beautiful than yesterday.

In the past, Cheng Qingzhi was like a beautiful but withered and rotten flower. His eyes were beautiful, but because he lacked vitality, he didn't stand out.

But today, the lively smile in his eyes seemed to inject soul into the withered flower. The morning breeze brushed his hair, and he looked like a delicate flower blooming in the spring breeze, exuding an irresistible charm that even he himself didn't notice.

Cheng Songer had seen many handsome guys in modern times, and she had also seen various enchanting ancient-style beauties, but she found them too feminine and heavily made-up.

But Cheng Qingzhi's charm didn't need to be outlined with rouge and powder. His beauty and charm were innate, without the need for thick foundation or elaborate makeup.

His charm was hidden in his elegant and pleasant face, only revealed in the moment when his eyes flickered, creating a strong visual impact and producing a dazzling sense of beauty.

No wonder the men in the village always said he was a fox spirit. . .

Cheng Qingzhi scooped her a bowl of plain porridge and served a plate of pickled vegetables.

Seeing the hunting tools she placed by her feet, he asked, "Are you going into the mountains again today?"

"Hmm," Cheng Songer replied after taking a sip of porridge.

"Not going to the neighboring Liu family village?"

"They've already finished the work in their fields, they don't need any more help," Cheng Songer said.

"Why are you still wearing old clothes?" All this time, Cheng Songer's attention had been captivated by Cheng Qingzhi's beauty. Now that she had calmed down, she noticed that he was still wearing his old clothes.

"I took yesterday's clothes to wash, so. . ."

"Blame me, blame me," Cheng Songer tapped her forehead. "I only thought about buying you a warm and thick coat, but I forgot about changing clothes."