The moment I pushed open the study.

What caught my eye was the appearance of the little girl burying her head in writing seriously.

She's too serious.

He walked like a night elf, and she didn't even notice it without making the slightest sound.

On the bookcase, the soft light bathed in a faint halo.

The white and tender little girl is like an old photo hidden in the depths of memory.

Through time and space, life after life, tell him to chase, to find, to want to embrace her intact in his arms.

For a moment, he seemed to forget how difficult he had been to return after seeing her send the damned knight a pink love letter.

It's a plan to press her hard in... One on the bed.

Fangs gnawed through her delicate neck.

Let her cry, and punish her for obedience.

For a moment, it seemed that he had forgotten everything, and just wanted to gently embrace her in his arms.

Ask her what kind of pain and sadness she has encountered in this life after life.

There he is.

He will find her, love her, care for her, and spoil her.

My mind is full of strange thoughts that come out of nowhere.

Until, he saw the pink envelope pressed by her small hand.

My heart shook hard.

"What are you writing about?"

The sound of losing the temperature broke the soft light of the study coldly.

Ah Chan's small voice said, "Huh? With a bang, he raised his little head.

I saw his cold but beautiful face.

Ah Chan's little face turned red.

The small soft palm of the hand covers the pink letter paper that has not been written.

His eyes flickered, and he said in a soft and glutinous voice: "I—I haven't finished writing yet." ”

He found out, and she still wants to finish writing?

Austin heard the sound of teeth that he hadn't sharpened in too long, and gnashing his teeth.

"Okay, you write."

I watched you write.

How difficult it is for the little girl to discipline her, in front of him, she secretly writes love letters to her brother.

As many words she writes, he cleans her up tonight.

Ah Chan, who didn't know it, glanced at him.

Seeing him staring at her letter with burning eyes, his little head was a little stuck.

I was full of what I wanted to say, but I couldn't write it.

The small, soft white hands are nested in front of the letter.

The little girl's head almost slammed on the table, making sure he couldn't see it at all, before curling herself up in a ball and continuing to write.

Austin's cold lips pursed.

Don't let him see it? Why don't you bury a hole in the table and write it?

In my ears was the sound of "rustling" handwriting.

OK.

I can't see how many words she has, so let's follow the strokes.

Handwriting "rustle".

As many rustles as he plucked her, he cleaned her up as many times.

Pack up until she doesn't even think about it for a month, get down, get out of bed.

……

Finally, Ah Chan wrote.

The little head was finally raised.

Look at the handwriting on the letterhead: "Huh? ”

The soft voice seemed to see something that made her unexpected.

It's all to blame on the little girl.

He came in suddenly, and forced her to hide and write, and the words on the second half of the page were all intertwined in rows, and she couldn't read clearly.

How can this be given away?

"Done?" The cold voice, the wind and rain are coming.

"I'll see."

I, count, count!

He didn't even want to know what she had written, he just had to count how many strokes she had written! Draw!

Ah Chan blinked.

Such a failed love letter, you can't show him.

"Shall I read it to you?"

The little girl suddenly tilted her little head, as if she thought of a good idea, and looked at him with a soft and happy smile.

Austin's heart thumped.

He didn't know how he could raise such a bad little girl.

wrote a love letter to others, and I wanted to read it to him in front of him.

… OK!

When he can, in front of her, she reads while he cleans her up?