Qinghui was stunned for a moment.

What the? Embrace?

What hugs?

Why do you suddenly want to hug a good person?

Qinghui opened his mouth, but he didn't refuse.

The person who was very wary just now suddenly came over like this.

He has a faint aroma of grass and trees, fresh and good.

It is the breath of the plants in this plane that are used to cleanse the body.

It smells good.

Qinghui didn't hold back, lowered his head and leaned over to sniff.

I felt that this person raised his hand and hugged her neck directly.

The fresh smell instantly filled the nostrils.

Qinghui's eyes blinked slightly, and he didn't refuse.

Hug it.

Look at your squeamishness.

Boy, why are you so squeamish.

One plane is more like a than another.

Mother-in-law's.

It's still the Spirit Sword Lord who is the most powerful.

Qinghui's small chin raised slightly.

Feeling the little boy's arm that was just gently leaning up and hugging her neck was slightly forced.

Hold it tighter.

And then the whole person is pressed over.

The little body that seemed to have regained its calm before smelled a familiar breath, and the previous fear permeated, and the little body began to tremble slightly unconsciously.

Then he wanted the whole person to shrink into Qinghui's arms.

Qinghui's body was originally just an eleven or twelve-year-old child.

Although Lu Si is very thin, but for her, this burden is still a bit too heavy.

In the end, he was pressed onto the sofa by Lu Si.

Qinghui lowered his big lazy eyes and looked at him.

The little face was buried in her arms, looking like she was seeking refuge.

Qinghui licked the corner of his lips with the tip of his tongue, and instantly felt that the image of Lord Spirit Sword was taller.

The little chin unconsciously leaned higher, raised his hand and patted his little head.

"It's okay, I've got you covered."

I'll protect you.

I'm very strong.

Whoever bullies you, I will beat him.

Lu Si actually looked at Qinghui's appearance for a while, and unconsciously wanted to hug him.

When Qinghui didn't refuse, this idea was even stronger.

Curled himself up in Qinghui's arms.

The voice was soft and a little hoarse, "...... Thank you. ”

Whatever the reason, in the midst of that monstrous darkness, he reached out and pulled him out.

Qinghui didn't pay much attention to what he was talking about, and after raising his hand and clapping it twice, he couldn't help but push him out.

It's a little tight.

It's a bit of a panic.

The previous Spirit Sword Lord didn't need to breathe, so it didn't matter if you hugged it or not, or how tightly you hugged it.

But now......

Qinghui didn't want to admit it.

But it's a bit out of breath.

Laboriously pushing the person away.

Then I saw Lu Si sitting on the sofa, raising his eyes like this, looking at her with blank eyes.

Eyes like abandoned puppy.

Qinghui: ......

Why is there still a feeling that you can't cope with?

Qinghui paused, and finally explained, "You hugged it too tightly. ”

"Then I, loosen up?"

Lu Si immediately responded.

Qinghui blinked and sighed.

He had already picked it up.

Wrapped limply around her neck.

I didn't feel uncomfortable this time.

Even because of the warmth on his body, Qinghui was still a little happy.

So he raised his eyes and glanced at the sky outside.

A dull patch.

Qinghui raised his hand and poked him in the cheek.

"Aren't you sleepy?"

It's time to sleep.

Sleep is a good child.

The main thing is that Lord Lingjian is also sleepy.

Didn't get enough sleep.