In the next second, the girl twisted her wrist, and fell over her shoulder beautifully, hitting the person on the ground, and then went down with a knife—the woman in red rolled her eyes and passed out directly.
Yu Chu kicked her aside.
She turned around and came to the bed, and lifted the quilt, but she didn't see the figure of the little milk ball, so she couldn't help raising her eyebrows.
"Seventeenth brother?" She looked around.
After a few quiet seconds, a soft and cute voice came from the corner: "Sister Huang... is here."
The child stood up tremblingly, still holding the dagger in his little hand, his face was so pale that it made people feel distressed.
He stared straight at her with clear black and white eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
There was another flash of lightning outside the window, and the whole room was bright as day for a moment, and then the dull thunder rumbled, and the child was suddenly frightened, his whole small body shook, and the dagger fell to the ground with a bang.
He pursed his lips and looked at Yu Chu pitifully, like a cat that blew up after being frightened.
The girl sighed, stepped forward, hugged him into her arms, and patted his head, "It's all right, good boy."
The warm body temperature on her body made Jing Huai feel scalded for a moment, but the heat seemed to calm down something. The little milk dumpling reached out to hug her, buried her face in the girl's neck, and closed her eyes Eye.
"Sister Huang..." he said softly.
The voice was as soft as a sigh.
Knowing that the child was frightened, Yu Chu hugged him silently for a while. Seeing that he was cold in his coat, he pulled him to lie down on the bed and covered him with a quilt.
The child let her move without saying a word, only subconsciously pressed her hand at the end, and stared at her under the curled eyelashes, "... Is Miss Huang going?"
Yu Chu was about to get up, but seeing his pale face, he shook his head: "Don't go. Go to sleep, I'll be here with you."
Xiao Jinghuai pursed his pale lips, his beautiful eyes were still a little uneasy, he held the quilt with his small hand, lifted it, and said in a low voice: "Sister Huang sleeps together..."
Yu Chu raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help teasing the young boy: "Huh? Little Seventeen isn't shy now?"
The child's hands stiffened, and he was a little embarrassed, but he didn't blush when he was already frightened, and his immature voice was a little helpless, "Sister Huang..."
He was still very young, but his helplessly callous voice already had a hint of provocative tenderness.
Yu Chu stopped teasing him, got into the quilt, and then hugged the opponent's small body with his hands and feet.
Jing Huai: "..."
The girl's body was pressed against her softly. Even though he knew it was his own sister, he couldn't help but tremble his eyelashes, and his tender lips parted slightly. In the end, he didn't say anything, and obediently let her fall asleep in his arms.
I thought that I would not be able to fall asleep if I was frightened, but instead, because of my mental fatigue, or maybe because of the reassuring breath of the people around me, the little milk ball quickly fell asleep.
Yu Chu looked at his immature face.
This face is good-looking enough at this time, and one can imagine what it looks like when it grows up. The long eyelashes cast shadows on the fair cheeks, and she looks very cute when she is asleep.
There was a dimple on his cheek, and Yu Chu poked it lightly with his hand, then hugged him contentedly and fell asleep.
At night, the child developed a high fever.
Yu Chu went back to his room to get the medicine. Jing Huai's cheeks were flushed, and his consciousness was dizzy from the fever. Half asleep, half awake, he realized that there was no one around him, so he subconsciously propped himself up, and called out aggrievedly: "Sister Huang..."