"Ah, no……"
The girl opened her hazy eyes blankly. She woke up from the nightmare, and her long eyelashes blinked rapidly to adapt to the darkness in the room.
Feeling that she was lying on a comfortable bed, with a warm brocade quilt covering her body, the girl suddenly remembered the terrible experience before, so she shrank, clutching her chest tightly with her little hands, closing her eyes and letting out a cry of fear
cry.
Crying, killing, blood, and tragic scenes flashed through his mind again, and Han Qiaoer couldn't help crying.
Liu Zhenming was passing by outside and couldn't help but stop when he heard the sobbing in the room.
This is Han Qiaoer's room. As a female dependent, Han Qiaoer is not far from Ji Li's room, and Liu Zhenming is going to Ji Li's place to rest.
Sighing slightly, the little girl behaved as if nothing had happened during the day and was extremely strong, but in the middle of the night, she could no longer bear it and cried alone.
Liu Zhenming deeply blamed himself. It can be said that he brought all this. If he had not fled to Toronto, if he had not entered the city, the Chinese in Toronto would not have suffered this disaster, and neither would Han Qiaoer's parents.
Missing.
However, Liu Zhenming was just an ordinary person before, and it was impossible to do everything. Even if he had a system, he was slowly improving himself and slowly reducing his possible mistakes.
The mistake has been made, and it is useless to regret too much. The only thing is to think harder and be more foresighted in the future.
Liu Zhenming raised his steps and was about to leave.
Han Qiaoer inside heard the sighs and footsteps outside. She couldn't help but raise her head and asked with some fear: "Who is outside?"
"It's me!" In order not to cause misunderstanding, Liu Zhenming quickly responded in a low voice.
"Is it Brother Liu? I'm afraid..." Han Qiaoer's timid voice came out.
The girl showed her weak side completely in front of herself. Even a person with a rock-solid heart would definitely go in and comfort her, not to mention Liu Zhenming.
Liu Zhenming pushed open the door, walked in, closed it, lit a match, sat on the wooden chair next to the girl, and said softly: "It's safe here, no one will hurt you again.
The fleeting light of the fire brought warmth to Han Qiaoer. She couldn't bear it anymore and buried her head in Liu Zhenming's chest and burst into tears.
Liu Zhenming gently touched her hair and said in the gentlest voice possible: "Don't worry, it's okay."
"Don't be sad, everything is over!" Liu Zhenming gently stroked away the tears on Han Qiaoer's face with his hand.
Li Zhenming lit another match and lit the kerosene lamp next to him. Under the dim light, the room became much warmer.
Han Qiaoer cried for a while and suddenly felt embarrassed. Apart from her own father, she had never been in the arms of any man.
She glanced at Liu Zhenming quietly. Seeing Liu Zhenming with a resolute face and a faint murderous aura all over his body, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace of mind and a sense of dependence, and nodded gently.
"Have a good sleep. Tomorrow will be a brand new day. I'm in the room not far away. If you're scared, don't turn on the light." Liu Zhenming comforted with a faint smile on his face.
"kindness!"
Han Qiaoer's pretty face turned red with embarrassment, her head lowered, and she looked extremely cute.
Liu Zhenming regarded her as a little girl and did not pay attention to any secular etiquette, but she regarded herself as a woman, especially in this era where etiquette is very strict.
How could she not feel shy when she thought that she was holding Liu Zhenming's waist and her head was leaning on Liu Zhenming's chest.
Liu Zhenming lifted her pretty shoulders and wanted to put her back on the bed, but Han Qiaoer couldn't help but let out a low cry...
Liu Zhenming asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"
Han Qiaoer was so shy that her face turned red to her ears and neck.
It turned out that Han Qiaoer discovered that after she threw herself into Liu Zhenming's arms, the brocade quilt slipped down along the exquisite curves of her body, and she was only wearing a thin blue silk shirt.
Only then did she realize that she was wearing nothing but a shirt, and that her body was underneath the soft and thin silk fabric, and she suddenly felt ashamed.
The girl couldn't tell what was wrong. She quickly got into the quilt and covered herself from head to toe. She could feel her burning cheeks and pounding heartbeat.
Liu Zhenming vaguely guessed some of the girl's thoughts, stood up and said: "You have a good rest, I'm leaving."
"Brother Liu, don't go, don't leave me alone." Seeing Liu Zhenming turning around and about to leave, Han Qiaoer couldn't help but stick out her little head from the quilt, opened her mouth and screamed, although her voice was fast and urgent, but it was
It's crisp, crisp, and pleasant to the ear.
Liu Zhenming turned around and looked at Han Qiaoer. She opened her lips shyly and whispered softly: "I'm afraid, can you wait until I fall asleep before leaving?"
"You can rest peacefully. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere." Liu Zhenming walked back to Han Qiao'er, stretched out his hand to straighten the brocade quilt covering him, and nodded with a smile.
Thinking of the situation when she was lying in Liu Zhenming's arms just now, Han Qiaoer felt the same safe feeling in her parents' arms as a child. When she saw that he agreed to stay, she couldn't help but feel happy.
She fluttered her eyelashes, slowly closed her eyes, and occasionally opened them to look at the bedside to see if Liu Zhenming was still there.
Liu Zhenming felt depressed in his heart. He still wanted to go back and hug Ji Li's soft waist to sleep, but for the sake of the little girl's peace of mind, he could only stay quietly and pray for her to fall asleep quickly.
However, not long after that, Han Qiaoer's unbearable moans came from beside her.
Looking sideways, Liu Zhenming saw that Han Qiaoer's pretty face was flushed, and she was tossing and turning on the bed. Her legs seemed to be clamped, but she had no strength.
Could it be that she was sick? Liu Zhenming, who noticed something strange, quickly stretched out his hand to wipe it and found that her forehead was covered with fragrant sweat and was extremely hot.
"Wait a minute, I'm going to see Old Xu from the health team." Liu Zhenming saw her in unbearable pain and said urgently.
Hearing that Liu Zhenming was going to call the doctor, Han Qiaoer hurriedly said: "Brother Liu, no, you can go back."
"You are sick, how can I just walk away? Be obedient, I will go find Lao Xu right now." Liu Zhenming frowned and said domineeringly.
"No, Brother Liu, I...I...want to...have a rest." After Han Qiaoer said these words, she was almost ashamed to death.
"Take a nap!" Liu Zhenming was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening. His face turned red from suppressing his anger, and he suppressed a smile and said, "I'm going out right now."
"Don't laugh! Leave quickly!" Han Qiaoer understood immediately when she saw his expression. She held her face with a pair of white and tender hands, almost ashamed to see others.
Liu Zhenming could only walk out of the room quickly. Thinking of the scene that had just happened, his gloomy mood improved a lot.
Even the next morning, Han Qiaoer looked at Liu Zhenming with a look that was not only shy, but also shy!
Ye Geyin and others selected ten elite soldiers from each company and handed them over to Liu Zhenming. There were more than thirty horses in the stables, and everyone was riding on horseback.
Liu Zhenming did not expect them to be able to shoot and kill people on horseback, as long as they could ride horses, it was just to maintain mobility. When harassing and ambushing, they had to dismount.
Chapter completed!