The general's story is not as good as the wet nurse's, but it is better than nothing.
Wei Yang felt drowsy after hearing this.
I couldn't help but reach out and touch his earlobe.
When she was little, she used to touch her nurse's earlobe every time she wanted to sleep.
Later, he was slapped on the palms many times by the teaching nanny from the palace, and only then did he change this habit.
The nanny thought she had changed, but she didn't know that she hadn't. When she was afraid and helpless, this habit came out involuntarily.
Fortunately, there were almost no things in the Su family that made her afraid and helpless.
There was a faint fragrance from her sleeves, which suddenly hit his nose when she raised her hand. Before he could come to his senses, a small hand as soft as boneless had already touched his earlobe.
He was so frightened that he almost fell backwards, but fortunately there was a sturdy carriage at the back, which stopped his childish behavior.
"Weiyang?" His voice was hoarse and low, like a feather, touching her ear.
The little girl only moved slightly, and buried her head deeper in his arms. The breath from her mouth blew on his chest, itching, numb, and wet, making his heart tremble for no reason.
The next moment, her hand on his earlobe unconsciously wrapped around his neck.
She moved her body upwards, and her little head moved from his arms to his arm.
As if it was too hard, it moved again, found a comfortable position and stopped.
The red lips like cherry blossom petals were facing his neck.
Her breath swirled around his neck, the warm air seemed to flutter against his heart, trembling and timid.
"Weiyang?"
His voice was hoarse, yet as low as the wind, calling out to her lovingly. However, he was afraid of waking her, so he did not dare to speak louder.
The hand that was originally placed casually in his arms moved, passed across his lower abdomen, and fell on his waist.
A tingling sensation spread from his waist all the way to his heart, and he couldn't help but curl his toes tightly together.
He wanted to kiss her.
Before his lips fell, the panting sound surged like a tide.
Wave after wave hit the rocks, making a roar in his ears.
It made him dizzy and fascinated.
His breath fell on her soft, snow-white neck, causing her to tremble slightly.
Seeing her eyebrows move slightly, as if she was about to wake up, Yan Gui was so panicked that he held his breath.
He recalled the time when he chased the enemy on a moonlit night.
The enemy was so close that he held his breath for fear of alerting the patrolling sentry.
The moonlight is deep, filled with blood, endless killing, and the obsession of defending the country...
At this moment, he was afraid of disturbing her light sleep.
I just want to hug her, stay with her, and not dare to disturb her.
She is truly the one at the center of his heart, and her heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys all ache in him.
Yan Gui couldn't help it, he stretched out his fingers, brushed her hair, slid lightly across her pretty cheek, and touched her delicate lips.
The warm breath hit his slender fingers.
This is a hand that holds a knife, this is a hand that kills people like cutting melons.
At this moment, I can only stay in this gentle place, as if lingering or sighing.
You are still a child after all...
There was a sudden chill on my fingertips.
A tear rolled down without warning, landed on his fingertips, and then slid away.
She choked up in her sleep.
"Mother..."
Yan Gui lowered her eyes and looked at the little girl crying silently in her arms. She couldn't help but sigh slightly. She was still frightened.
She probably didn't see the miserable situation of the Su family. If she had, she would probably not be like this now.
It’s okay not to know.
After all, she was just a little girl, and he didn't want her to know that the Su Mansion had been completely destroyed in a fire.
Revenge is his business. He only wishes that she can live a safe and happy life under his protection.