Suddenly warm but still cold, he huddled up in the brocade quilt and completely lost his mind. He stretched out his big hands and hugged the chubby body in his arms without thinking. Fang Fei held the cake in her hand, but she was held firmly.
, held behind her back, unable to bend over. She still had a pastry in her mouth and had no time to swallow it. As soon as she hugged her, the pastry got stuck in her throat. She couldn't cry or spit it out. She whimpered, only for him.
Fang Fei struggled desperately in his arms, all his tears, nose and nose were wiped on his body. He felt cold again, that person seemed to be a huge ice stone, even though he was wrapped in a brocade quilt, it was also ice. This coldness quickly passed to Fang Fei, who was frozen.
It made her tremble from time to time.
The more she struggled, the more warm vitality she brought. Luojia held her tightly with both hands, fitting her soft body to his chest, making it a perfect fit. Slowly, the little girl stopped struggling, and there was something in her belly again.
She nodded, snuggled tiredly into his arms and fell asleep. Because of such warmth, Luojia's body chill gradually subsided and she fell asleep.
At dusk, the heavy rain continued.
Luojia opened his eyes, but his hands were still holding a person tightly, like a ball of soft cotton. His first reaction was "there is an assassin", which was the alertness brought by many years of fighting. However, he soon discovered that something was wrong.
What caught his eye was that big forehead, sparse yellow hair, soft hands holding his hand, and his head resting comfortably on his chest, as if he were a high-end warm carpet. No one had ever been so close to him in his life.
However, even though he was a child. He was frightened and jumped up, like shaking off a slippery loach. Fangfei fell heavily to the ground, and her forehead hit the leg of the table, bleeding. She opened her eyes in a daze, and her hair was
It was still full of trivial pastry crumbs. Only then did Luojia realize that she was also covered in pastry crumbs, and she could see that the corners of her mouth were still chewing subconsciously, like a ruminating calf, savoring the sweetness of what she had just eaten.
Fortunately, he wasn't an assassin! Luo Jia breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed a big bag and put it on his body, and still said in a stern voice: "Ugly thing, why are you here?"
There was another green bump on the forehead, and the child cried "Wow": "I'm hungry, so hungry..."
"They didn't give you anything to eat?"
"No, no one cares about me... I haven't eaten anything today, I'm so hungry, I'm going to starve to death... Wuwuwu..."