Chapter 872: The past of the young marshal and Zhongqing [13]
He just felt that the thing in his mouth was soft and soft, like the slippery and cool milk jelly he had eaten in the summer.
He was so greedy that he couldn't help but bite her tongue instinctively.
Her eyes were widened.
He was just an eight or nine-year-old child, and he was already frightened out of his wits.
Those who were chasing her were already standing behind them, surrounding them layer by layer.
Fierce and evil.
Only then did he come back to his senses and realize what he had done. His face turned slightly red. He was naturally reticent, so he reluctantly left her lips. Then he subconsciously wanted to sit up. Who knew she stretched out her arms?
She took action, grabbed the skirt of his clothes, moved her small body towards his arms, and started to crawl into his arms.
He could clearly feel that her body was sweating from running just now, and there was a warm breath that spread and soaked through his clothes, making him a little warmer in such a cold weather.
He didn't move.
Let her little hands grasp the hem of his clothes.
"Little bitch, come out here. The eldest lady said that I must beat you to death today!"
"Little bastard, okay, you actually dare to steal a man outside behind my back, let's see if I don't beat you to death!"
"What a bitch, let's see where you run this time?!"
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Are all the unbearable words meant for the little girl in his arms?
Although he is also a commoner.
Not to be favored.
However, he has never been so angry because his mother loves him very much and protects him from wind and rain...
Therefore, since he was a child, even though he was stranded by the Yi family for a while, he still had an innate aristocratic demeanor, an innate aloof temperament, arrogance, arrogance, and a superiority that could not be despised.
Therefore, no one has ever scolded him.
However, he thought she would cry, saying such unpleasant words to a child, but who knew, when he lowered his head and looked, he found that her eyes were crystal clear.
It was pitch black, and besides fear, there was still fear.
Basically, I am not sad because of those unbearable words.
Curiosity, at this moment, slowly swept through his heart.
What kind of girl is this?
She didn't speak, her eyes were full of longing and begging, wanting him to save her...