"Little girl, are you awake..."

Ah Chan's soft and ignorant eyes, as soon as he met his straight eyes, his trembling eyes were full of lost and regained tears.

As soon as the words came out, I felt the warm fingertips wipe on her lips.

Tell her to be soft and her voice is slurred.

The soft hook made Su Zhiyue's heart palpitate.

He hadn't thought much of it.

Just trying to wipe off the blood that remained on her lips.

However, it should be a little dry.

He only exerted a little force, and immediately paused again.

Her lips were so soft, he shouldn't have been... Off color.

Fingertips cast spells.

It's just a small spell, and as soon as the internal force is pulled, the throat feels fishy and sweet.

In the end, he overestimated himself.

Her cheeks were immediately held nervously by her little hands.

"I'm fine."

The corners of Su Zhiyue's lips slowly curved, as if hooked with a streamer.

"Hmm!" Ah Chan nodded vigorously.

Squeezing his eyes, he buried his little face and pressed it against his cheek.

Su Zhiyue tasted the taste of her rolling tears.

Sour and astringent.

It makes his heart ache.

Raising his hand to hug her, he realized that he was lying in her arms.

He loved it...

Such a posture, momentum.

It's as if she is her treasure, the only person she cares for at the tip of her heart.

But he was reluctant to press her for half a point.

He propped himself up and wanted to sit up, but Ah Chan hurriedly helped him.

Su Zhiyue sat on the head of the bed, and his pale face did not get much better.

The middle coat is loose.

The cold white clavicle under it is faintly visible.

The fine jade glaze is beautiful, and the shape is so beautiful that there is an indescribable bewitchment.

He tilted his head slightly.

The slender and elegant neck, from Ah Chan's point of view, only the cold and charming arc of his jaw can be seen.

The ink hair is slightly scattered.

Hanging on the sides of the fair-skinned neck, the seductive Adam's apple rolls slightly.

When he was still a righteous master, he had never seen him look so charming.

Even if his clothes are faded in the ice spirit, he is still noble and inviolable.

At this moment, just raising his head slightly, it seems to hook the most secret strings in people's hearts.

Ah Chan's soft and confused eyes stared at him blurry.

The little face was stunned.

I was stunned.

The thin waist was hugged by his strong arms.

The small body fell into his arms.

"Does it still hurt?"

The gentle and deep voice was especially hoarse because of the suppressed blood in the throat.

Ah Chan knew that what he was asking was whether the demonic qi attack still hurts.

It's okay if he doesn't ask, but when he asks, a shallow grievance rises in the little girl's heart.

I want to rub it obediently.

But he didn't want to worry.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

The soft voice is obedient and glutinous.

His thin arms gently wrapped around him, his small mouth pursed, and his cheeks fell to his heart.

For fear of pressing him, he only crouched weakly, not daring to exert himself.

"Does it hurt to be a little girl?"

Su Zhiyue's heart warmed.

People say that the daughter is the father's little padded jacket, and the little apprentice is not also the master's little padded jacket?

The little girl he raised is more intimate than the little padded jacket.

"No..."

I wanted to say that it didn't hurt, but as soon as the words came out, my mouth rolled, "It hurts." ”

"Huh?"

Ah Chan raised his little face to look at him, his thin brows were puzzled, and he frowned slightly.

No... Hurt?

Does it hurt, or does it hurt?

Su Zhiyue pursed his lips, and his long eyelashes drooped slightly.

Don't look at her either.

It seems that her little hidden lie will be self-defeating under her ignorant and simple gaze.

"Where does it hurt, little girl?"

He didn't speak, and his little girl was in a hurry.

The little hand stretched out, and the soft voice was glutinous: "Is it here?" ”

Su Zhiyue's slightly constricted eyes dimmed.

Her thin fingers touched his... on the lips.