CHAPTER 494: CHAPTER 494: ONE ADULT, ONE KID

Ava: "..."

Knowing she’s good-looking, Ava couldn’t stay angry with this little kid.

She glared at the little one who had taken advantage of her, with that round, chubby face just asking to be pinched. Despite her gaze, the kid remained as calm as ever, an epitome of composure.

Clearly, this kid had seen a lot.

Ava truly didn’t think he was stupid!

But...

If he claimed he didn’t remember, there was nothing she could do.

She could only wait here with him for the police to arrive.

Anyway, once she handed him over to the police, her responsibility would be over.

But before that, she had to stay with him, especially in such a crowded place.

This way, if anyone saw, she could avoid any misunderstandings later.

Thinking this, Ava stood up, crossed her arms, and said, "Alright, you don’t know where your parents are, and you don’t remember their phone numbers, so we’ll just wait here until the police come."

"I just called the police, and they’re coming to take you and help find your parents."

"Let’s wait for a bit until the police come."

This kid gave Ava the impression of being smart, really smart.

So, she didn’t have to deliberately use a childish tone; she spoke to him directly in an adult’s manner, and he understood.

The little one listened to her and licked his lollipop, then said, "Sister, let’s play in the sand."

After speaking, he sat down in the sand, put the lollipop in his mouth, and started playing with the sand with his chubby little hands.

Ava: "..."

She had seen bold children before, but never one so bold, who wasn’t afraid of being taken away by strangers.

At this moment, Ava really didn’t know whether to compliment this kid’s intelligence or call him silly.

Watching him quickly get into the groove with his two small chubby hands covered in sand, Ava simply decided not to overthink it. She removed her high heels and sat down in the sand too, saying, "Alright, let’s play in the sand."

They would need to wait for the police anyway, so she might as well play. She had nothing else to do.

Initially, she planned to play by herself, but it turned into playing with a little kid.

Now that she saw the kid wasn’t crying, it worked out well; they could play together.

If the kid wasn’t scared, why should she be?

Ava said, "Let’s build houses and have a competition to see whose is prettier, how about that?"

Just playing in the sand was boring; competing would be more fun.

The little one’s eyes lit up when he heard her and nodded, "Okay, sister."

"How do we compete?"

This little one asked Ava seriously, his eyes shining like black gems, showing his anticipation and excitement.

Ava raised an eyebrow, surprised that the little one would ask "how do we compete," catching her off guard.

But judging from the kid’s expression of full anticipation, Ava lifted her chin, crossed her arms, and didn’t treat herself as an adult.

She directly said, "No timing, no set process; you build yours, and I build mine. In the end, we see whose looks better, and whoever’s looks better wins. That’s it."

The little one’s eyes shone even brighter: "Sister, is there a prize?"

"If I win, will there be a prize from you, sister?"

He asked twice in a row, showing how much he cared.

Ava was a bit stunned, not expecting the little one to be so professional, not only asking how to compete but also knowing there should be a prize.

This wasn’t just professional; it was smart?

Ava blinked her eyelashes and then quickly smiled: "Yes. Of course, there’s a prize if you win; otherwise, it wouldn’t be interesting, right?"

The little one immediately nodded and then eagerly asked, "Sister, what’s the prize?"

"Can I see it?"

"Why rush? I haven’t finished speaking. I will definitely offer a prize; what about you? Do you have a prize?"

"I think, for fairness, we should both offer prizes. You take out yours, and I’ll take out mine."

"If I win, I get both my prize and yours; if you win, you get both mine and yours, how about that?"

"Mm-hmm!!!"

The little one nodded enthusiastically, then said, "Then I’ll start!"

Saying that, he ignored Ava and turned his back to start building his house.

Ava watched as the kid directly turned his back on her, as if afraid she would see what kind of house he was building, showing obvious caution, and Ava was surprised.

Wasn’t this kid curious about the prize?

Didn’t he want to see it?

And did he need to be so serious, so concerned, and so guarded against her?

Most importantly, was she the kind of person who would cheat?

In an instant, Ava felt a bit displeased. But looking at his round, chubby form and fluffy little curls, Ava brushed off her displeasure.

He’s just a little kid, why take it out on him?

Besides, he’s being professional, and she should respect that.

Thinking this, Ava smiled and also turned her back, saying, "I’m starting too."

"Call me when you’re done."

"..."

There was no sound behind her, not a single response.

Ava turned her head to look and saw the kid still in his initial position, with his little hands moving busily in the sand, fully absorbed in building his house.

Seeing this, Ava laughed.

He was serious; he really wanted a prize.

At that moment, Ava decided to take it seriously too.

Since it’s a competition, it should be taken seriously so it would be satisfying in the end.

Even when competing with a kid, she had to give it her all.

She’s curious what kind of prize the kid would come up with later.

With that, the two of them sat back-to-back in the sand and began their house-building competition.

The sky gradually darkened, and the surrounding streetlights lit up, especially among the partygoers with their colorful lights and bonfires lighting up the beach.

Ava and the little one sat there, with people around them glancing naturally but not lingering. It was like looking at scenery, a natural glance, and then naturally turning their eyes away.

No one found the scene odd, nor did anyone think the two were strangers.

Anyone who saw this would have thought they were familiar with each other.

Ava had never played with sand before because she grew up inland without the sea or beaches. Once she grew older and moved out, she was always busy. Even if she did have time for leisure, she wouldn’t engage in sand-playing or house-building.

She was long past the age for playing in the sand.

But tonight, meeting this little boy, he reignited her inner child.

Playing together with this little one.

The sea breeze blew gently, and waves rolled in one after another, carrying the scent of the night.

Time passed silently.

In the blink of an eye, it was eight o’clock.

The sky was completely dark, and the surroundings were bright.

At this moment, in the hotel suite.