Xiao Qiluo sat on the ground with her mouth flat and aggrieved. Her clothes were covered in dust, her two braids were pulled crooked, and her little ears, which had been twisted by the rude servant, were red and bleeding.
She looked at Zhu Minglie without blinking.
She is not afraid of him! She is not afraid of him at all!
Zhu Minglie discovered it.
He had never met anyone who dared to look directly at him so openly.
And this little girl who looked at him without blinking her eyes, her eyes were as clear as a night pearl, shining brighter than the stars in the sky. Facing such a pair of clear eyes, his heart was extremely cold.
My heart actually trembled slightly.
He bent down and lifted Xiao Qiluo up from the ground with both hands.
Looking at her red earlobes, he felt a distressed feeling that had almost disappeared for a long, long time——
"Does it hurt?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse, but a little softer than usual.
He himself couldn't help but be surprised, does it hurt? Ever since he decided to embark on the road of no return, he never cared about anyone, including himself, whether it hurt.
However, he actually cares about whether this little girl will be in pain.
"It hurts..." Xiao Qiluo, who had always been stubborn not to let tears flow down, heard Zhu Minglie's words, blinked her eyes, flashed her eyelashes, and two big crystal clear tears flowed down her cheeks.
Zhu Minglie patted the dust off her body, raised his sleeves, and wiped the dust off her face. Every stroke was so gentle.
Then he squatted down again, pulled Xiao Qiluo into his arms, put his lips together, and breathed gently into her earlobe like a father caring for his child to relieve her pain.
Xiao Qiluo felt that her earlobe, which was originally painful, felt a soft breath, and it seemed that it was no longer so painful.
At this time, he had an intoxicating tenderness.
It was as if the man who cruelly tortured a person until he was half dead and then broke his neck without hesitation was another man.
After wiping her and breathing out, Zhu Minglie stood up and said -
"Little girl, you must learn to protect yourself. If you can't become stronger, you can only fall under your feet and let others trample on you like you are now. Do you understand?"
However, Xiao Qiluo didn't seem to take his theory of the jungle into her heart. Her watery eyes kept looking at his hand seriously.
Then, she lowered her head and carefully took out her white floral handkerchief from her clothes. To Zhu Minglie's surprise, she stretched out a pink and beautiful fleshy hand and picked up his generous but cold hand.
A big hand——
"There is blood here."
As she said that, she used her little handkerchief to wipe away the little bit of blood on her hands for Zhu Minglie, bit by bit, carefully, from her short and small knees.
There was still a big knot left, but she wiped it carefully and carefully, looking at his hands with her big eyes, and occasionally blinking her long eyelashes——
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