"As long as you like it, sister, what about you? What's your name?"
Yun Zhuiyue looked at this innocent child, "Zhuiyue, just call me sister Zhuiyue."
"Chasing the Moon." Zhan Hong murmured the name and silently recorded it in his heart.
But Yun Zhuiyue didn't notice that in the "Lai Ke Tea House" on the second floor, a spotless man in white was slowly sipping tea. His dark eyes were watching this scene with interest, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he looked beautiful.
Like a qionghua.
Opposite him, a man in black looked at this scene, seemingly surprised. After a while, he said in confusion, "Sir, she is quite kind!"
The man in white slowly put down the exquisite ceramic embroidered cup and smiled softly, "No, Weiyu, you are wrong, she is not kind!"
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Yun Zhuiyue took Zhan Hong to eat noodles, and Zhan Hong felt as if he had been hungry for hundreds of years. He was so thin and small that he actually ate three large bowls of noodles.
Looking at Yun Zhuiyue, she couldn't help but think of how she had eaten so much in her previous life. In her previous life, she was also an orphan. As long as she could remember, she was taken to the island and was with other people of similar age.
We trained together day and night.
If you don't practice well, you will be hungry and beaten.
It was a very sad past event, one that she had forgotten for a long, long time.
Zhan Hong finally satisfied his stomach, so Yun Zhuiyue took him to an inn and asked the waiter to put bath water in the bathtub.
Zhan Hong was confused, "Sister, why did you release the water?"
Yun Zhuiyue glanced at him, picked him up and threw him on the bathtub, "Putting water on him is of course a bath. Don't you think you smell terrible?"
Zhan Hong was caught off guard and was thrown into the water. He flopped twice and didn't hear what she said. Otherwise, he would be sad again.
"Take off all your dirty clothes and wash the stinky body off!"
When he heard that he had to take off his clothes, Zhan Hong blushed, but fortunately, because his face was dirty, no one could see it.
Seeing him lingering, Yun Zhuiyue simply pulled off his coarse cloth coat and said, "Take off your clothes when I ask you to do so. A big boy is so coquettish!"
She stripped Zhan Hong naked in just three strokes.
Zhan Hong, who was completely naked, was still very shy and covered his chest with his hands.
Yun Zhuiyue was amused and teased him, "Don't worry, I'm not interested in little boys whose fur hasn't grown yet. Sister."
With a push of his hand, he pushed Zhan Hong's head under the water, wetted his hair, and scratched it vigorously.
When Zhan Hong finally finished taking a bath, Yun Zhuiyue was almost exhausted.
To think that the hand she held holding a gun and a sword all her life was here waiting for a little kid to take a bath.
Hey, she has never served a man in her life! This little guy has earned it! Humph!
Yun Zhuiyue asked the waiter to bring him two more clean clothes, put them on for Zhan Hong, and combed and tied his hair for him.
Yun Zhuiyue looked at Zhan Hong for a while, weighed his beard and smiled, feeling very satisfied with his creation. He picked up the bronze mirror and placed it in front of him, "Look, what a handsome young man."
In the bronze mirror, there is a young man of about thirteen or fourteen years old, thin, with bright eyes, fair skin and bright red lips.
Zhan Hong took a closer look at the bronze mirror, his eyes were wide open, unusually bright, and a little excited. He looked up at Yun Zhuiyue in disbelief, "Sister, is this... really me?"
Yun Zhuiyue smiled, "Of course it's you! By the way, do you know how old you are?"
Zhan Hong thought for a while and shook his head, "I don't know..."