Chapter 3127: Gigi Acts Like a Little Rascal
Paris Arden-Nicholson had the same feeling. He bent down, his strikingly handsome face close to the little girl. His eyes, bright as the stars, reflected Gigi’s figure. He reached out a finger and poked the chubby little cheek of the girl, “Are you asking me to wait until you grow up?”
“Mm-hmm, Gigi likes you.” She responded seriously, nodding her little head like a chick pecking at grain.
Her childish voice saying “like” sounded a bit like “sheet-ann” at first, which was inexplicably funny.
Paris Arden-Nicholson’s mouth lifted in a smile, probably finding her too amusing. He couldn’t help but reach out and poke her chubby cheek again, “Do you even know what marriage means at your age?”
“Yes, I do. Brubby said that marriage is when two people eat together and sleep together. You’re good-looking, and Gigi is also good-looking. Gigi wants to sleep with you.” The little girl babbled in her sweet voice, her thoughts clear and her expression articulate.
It’s just that the content was a bit too… unrestrained.
Enna Clark looked conflicted, deciding to find a time to chat seriously with Bobby.
Gigi was all over the place.
She, of course, believed the little dumpling didn’t understand what inviting a boy to sleep together meant. The little dumpling probably just purely liked how handsome Paris Arden-Nicholson was, especially since he looked like he transformed magically after taking a bath and shaving. The little dumpling saw him as a character straight out of a fairy tale like Harold the Magician, which is why she suddenly wanted to marry Paris Arden-Nicholson.
“Are you sure you look good now?” Paris Arden-Nicholson also found the little one amusing. His fingertips were itching, his gaze falling on the adorable cheek of the little girl, tempted to reach out and touch again. Her cheeks felt like biting into a little apple, plump and delightfully gelatinous.
He resisted the urge to squeeze her cheek, withdrew his hand, stood up straight, and said, “When you grow up, I might think about it. But you have to listen to me.”
“Gigi will grow up pretty, Mummy’s pretty~” The little girl confidently puffed up her small chest, full of confidence.
Her Brubby, Mummy, and Daddy are all good-looking, so she will definitely grow up looking good!
“Then you have to grow well, not crooked. Alright, give me your hand, let me feel your pulse.” Paris Arden-Nicholson reached out his hand.
The little girl obediently stretched out her small hand.
Paris Arden-Nicholson’s fingertips rested on her wrist, his slow expression gradually turned serious. Enna Clark, noticing his expression, also became tense.
Even though her hands were tensely clasped into fists, she dared not make a sound to distract Paris Arden-Nicholson from feeling Gigi’s pulse.
He felt her pulse for a full two minutes, which is a long time for most kids who would normally grow impatient. Keeping an arm raised is tiring, and not crying is already pretty good.
But Gigi was well-behaved, awkwardly holding her arm up, when tired she used her other hand to support her own hand.
She blinked her big eyes gazing at Paris Arden-Nicholson, not making a fuss, quietly allowing him to feel her pulse.
Tilting her head this way and that. When Paris Arden-Nicholson withdrew his hand, furrowing his brows deep in thought, she suddenly stood on her tiptoes and quickly kissed his handsome face. After succeeding, she grinned like a little mouse that had stolen oil, exceptionally adorable, “Heehee, Brubby’s good-looking~”
Kissing is a way all adults teach children to express liking someone.
She was simply expressing her fondness.
But her action seemed like that of a little rascal.