Under the nourishment of divine power, the originally hideous wound turned into a small scar.

After taking care of the wound, Yun Chu put on his coat for him.

The child in a coma had his tightly knit eyebrows stretched a little, but his forehead was still covered with fine cold sweat.

The fingers of his left hand unconsciously hooked the hem of Yun Chu's skirt and clenched it tightly in the palm of his hand.

Yun Chu's eyebrows were lowered, and he looked at him expressionlessly.

This kid ......

It's not honest when you fall asleep.

After looking at it like this for a while, Yun Chu looked away and reached out to withdraw the hem of his skirt.

It's just that the child clenched very tightly, and she didn't pull it back when she pulled it gently.

It was getting dark.

Yun Chu's cold gaze fell on the little main god.

It seems that there is no memory.

Look at this appearance, it's still very weak.

After a moment of silence, Yun Chu bent down and took the child into his arms.

Yun Chu had never hugged a child, and the first time he hugged him, the posture was inevitably a little weird, and there was an indescribable strangeness.

The little guy was unconscious, his head obediently leaned on Yun Chu's shoulder, and after the little hand released the hem of his skirt, he turned to grab a piece of clothing on Yun Chu's chest.

It's like you have to grab something to feel safe.

Yunchu: ......

Yun Chu didn't care about him, and the overlapping figures of one large and one small gradually disappeared into the thick night.

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The night on the island is silent.

The girl is holding a child without waves, and the picture is strange and reveals a wonderful harmony.

The lights have long since been turned off in the house of the original owner, Ryan.

Yun Chu walked in silently, and the faint snoring sound of Ryan's father could be heard in the inner room.

She walked in with the child in her arms, and no one noticed that the girl, who had been missing for a long time, returned at night.

Yun Chu pushed open Ryan's door.

The original owner's room was small, small, and the small bed could accommodate about a person and a half.

Yun Chu bent down and put the child on the wooden bed.

As she stepped away, the child's body stiffened, and then, his dark and clean eyes opened.

Just woke up, my eyes were foggy.

Tilo stared at Yun Chu's face slightly confused.

Feeling sensation in his right arm, he lowered his head and moved his fingers in a daze.

After being stunned for a while, he looked up at Yun Chu again, and the emotions in his eyes were soft and well-behaved.

The girl's expression was cold and detached, she slowly straightened up, and looked down slightly at the child sitting on the bed.

Neither of them spoke.

After a while, Yun Chu broke the silence, his voice still cold.

"Wait here."

"Don't move."

After a few cold admonitions, Yun Chu pushed open the door and walked out.

Tilo stopped talking, his white fingers retracting little by little, clenching tightly, and finally landing on his side.

He lowered his head slightly, his two little short legs swayed, and watched quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Yun Chu boiled the water and moved a wooden bucket for bathing into the bedroom.

With a blank face, she poured hot water into the wooden bucket, mixed it with some cold water, and tested the temperature with her hands.

Tilo sat on the bed, the little one, quietly and obediently watching Yun Chu busy.

After making sure that the temperature was right, Yun Chu put a clean towel on the wooden barrel.

She stepped back, leaning her back against the door panel and looking coldly at Tilo.

"Wash yourself."

Tilo raised his eyes to look at Yun Chu, well-behaved: "...... Oh. ”

The little hand pressed against the bed, and a pair of small black leather shoes carefully stepped on the ground, and the movements seemed focused and serious.

The pretty silver hair is dry, fluffy and soft. When he lowered his head, Yun Chu could clearly see the child's curly eyelashes, which were a little too beautiful.

The other party walked over to the barrel and looked at it carefully for a while.

Then, on tiptoe, his soft fingers reached the edge of the barrel.

Tillo was clinging to the barrel with one hand, the other hanging down to his side, tiptoeing on his toes, looking unsteady and ready to fall to the ground at any moment.

Yun Chu paused, walked to the side and handed him a small bench.

There was no emotion on his face.

Tillo climbed the barrel and instead of continuing to climb, he tilted his head to look at her.

The eyes are shining.

The little milk voice is also exceptionally soft: "Thank you, sister." ”

Tillo had just tried his height, but now that he had a small bench, he could easily climb into the barrel.

The child bent his eyes, a shallow dimple on his white lips, and he let go of his hand holding the barrel, and turned to walk to the bed on his short legs.

Look at the silly.