Song Yiqiao noticed a strange thing, her body seemed to have become a little smaller, and even the gaze of the other party needed to be raised a little higher than usual.

She silently raised her hand, and sure enough, the size was half smaller than before, and her white and tender fingers were fleshy.

"Please don't be afraid, I'm a temporary staff member here, do you need help?"

Song Yiqiao shook his head and made up a lie: "I may be hungry." ”

The man smiled slightly.

"How about a small cake for afternoon tea?"

“……”

Faced with the temptation of food, Song Yiqiao found that she was becoming less and less confident. But she is not afraid of the skin of a child, if the other party has a bad idea, it is just for her to earn a bonus for nothing.

"My name is Ian, what about you?"

Song Yiqiao swallowed the cream in his mouth and said without thinking, "Joe." ”

Ian was stunned for a moment, and smiled smilingly: "It's like a boy's name." ”

She replied noncommittally.

The two chatted for an afternoon, to be precise, it should be Song Yiqiao who was listening silently. Among the information he inadvertently revealed, it was supposed to be a high-paid gold collar in a private company, who would volunteer at the library every Sunday afternoon. Ian is surprisingly knowledgeable, whether it is paintings, music, books, or anecdotes about customs and anecdotes, but not boring, Song Yiqiao listens to it with relish, and from time to time he will echo it.

Unconsciously, the people in the café walked away, and the afterglow of the setting sun was projected on the floor and wall through the glass windows, gilding Song Yiqiao's long black hair with a layer of pale golden light, her fair skin looked a little transparent, a pair of dark eyes were lowered, and she was concentrating on cutting the tiramisu in the white porcelain plate with a knife and fork in her hand. The black eyelashes are long and thick, fluttering gently, so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off them.

Ian's heart moved, and he used the action of drinking coffee to hide his unnatural expression.

"It's not early, it's time to go home, or your parents will be in a hurry."

Go home?

She didn't even have an ID card, let alone where she lived.

Song Yiqiao asked tentatively, "Actually...... I'm away from home, can you let me stay in your house for a few days? ”

If you guess correctly, the man in front of you may have pedophilic tendencies. If not, he would definitely refuse as a normal person, but if-

Ian's face froze, and he looked at her stunned: "...... No kidding, I mean, you should go home. ”

She reciprocated with a resolute gaze: "Sir, if you are not willing to take me in, I will be left in the streets, and perhaps the bad guys will take me and kill me, so that you can see me in the newspaper the next day." ”

“……”

“……”

The two looked at each other for a long time, and Ian sighed invisibly.

"Okay."

*

It is a two-story villa with a neatly repaired lawn and some flowers whose names are not known.

Song Yiqiao followed and got out of the car, inhaling the sweet fragrance of flowers deeply.

The air here was not as humid as London was perennial, it was dry and clear, the sky was a clear turquoise blue, and a few wisps of white clouds floated, and she put one hand on her forehead and squinted her eyes to look up.

"It's a nice day!"

"yes."

Ian closed the car door and smiled gently, "I'll take you inside for a tour." ”

The furnishings of the house are simple, but it is the style that Song Yiqiao likes, and he follows through the living room, kitchen, dining room, and finally to the bedroom.

"You live in this room."

Song Yiqiao was sharp-eyed and found a photo of the two hugging on the bedtable: "Your girlfriend? ”

Ian received it in the drawer and replied lightly, "Ex-wife." ”

Knowingly, she stopped asking, but changed the subject.

"Can I use your bathroom to shower?"

……

The little girl's body is not easy to use, she is used to the original distance and height, and now she is awkward with the shower, and it took a long time to wash it. After putting on the spare yukata, Song Yiqiao pushed open the door barefoot and quietly walked to Ian's side.

"What are you doing?" She asked knowingly.

Ian put down the book in his hand, quickly glanced at Song Yiqiao, and unnaturally moved his gaze back to the book.

"Are you still used to using it in the bathroom?"

"Good."

Song Yiqiao deliberately leaned over to him: "What kind of book is this?" ”

"Nothing."

Ian closed the book, placed it on the top shelf, and said with a sense that he could not refuse, "It's time to rest, go to bed." ”

Song Yiqiao sat in the position he had just placed, playing like a child, and didn't get up.

"No, I want you to tell me stories."

She sighed silently in her heart.

It's really fatal to let a woman in her twenties learn to be coquettish as a child. Ian, Ian, get hit!

Ian walked to the sofa and squatted down with an expression that she couldn't help it, and whispered, "Just a story, go to bed right away after listening to it, huh?" ”

Song Yiqiao nodded obediently and tugged at his sleeve: "You want to sit next to me." ”

“…… Good. ”

In this way, she snuggled up to Ian's side, absent-mindedly listening to him tell a mysterious legend about Norway. While the other party was concentrating on speaking, Song Yiqiao slowly leaned over, and she could clearly feel Ian's breathing stagnant, and his body was stiff like a stone.

"Joe?"

"Go on."

Song Yi yawned as she pretended to be a little sleepy, grunting and hugging his arm.

Unfortunately, the expected alarm was not heard.

Ian was silent for a while, and then the broken story was told again, and his deep voice was gentle and magnetic, if Song Yiqiao was really a child, I am afraid that he would fall asleep unconsciously.

She pretended to be asleep, closed her eyes and fell asleep on top of Ian, and the next second, the story could not be told. Hearing the other party call her name softly, Song Yiqiao turned a deaf ear and fell asleep defenselessly.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and Song Yiqiao couldn't guess what he was going to do, and he was a little nervous.

Suddenly, a hand stroked her face like a feather. Then the body was light, and he was picked up, and swayed all the way to the bedroom.

Song Yiqiao didn't dare to open her eyes, she could only feel that she was being placed on the soft bed, she was ready, if something was wrong, she would immediately jump down and kick Ian in the fatal place.

The bed sank to his side, and a long silence ensued.

She didn't have to look to feel a burning gaze staring at her, perhaps those eyes were full of frightening fanaticism and distorted **, and she regarded the little girl in front of her as if she was a victory, thinking about where to start.

To her surprise, after a long few minutes, Ian was heard only smiling wryly and then helping her to fold the quilt.

"God, it's a torment."

He got up in a muttering to himself, intending to go out.

Song Yiqiao was in a hurry, pretending to be a dream and turned over, and pulled the pajamas without a trace with his hand in the quilt, revealing his white neck.

The system's prompt beep suddenly sounded.

[Your behavior has caused the other party's first-level vigilance, please act cautiously!] 】