Lan Duoduo has not yet recovered from the shock she just experienced. She is still in shock and hugs the man's waist tightly, refusing to let go, just to find even a little comfort from the man.
The trembling, soft little body was shaking slightly in the man's arms.
"LaCrosse..."
Her little face was buried deeply in the man's chest. The faint sandalwood scent from the man lingered at her nose, calming her heart.
"Be good, it's okay." Jun Yue held her firmly and let her move around in his arms.
The magnetic and mellow voice was full of soft warmth. After all, he couldn't be distant and indifferent to this little girl.
A heart that she had already held tightly in her hands.
Forget it. When he met such a soft and cute little thing, he didn't seem to know what other attitude he should use to treat her except to obey her and pamper her.
Jun Yue's gentle attitude and soft voice made the servants in the hall so shocked that their jaws almost dropped.
I have never seen the young master show such a gentle look.
The person who deserved such treatment from him was just a little girl who knew nothing and appeared out of nowhere.
The most important thing is that this little girl is now the eldest daughter of Junyuan.
When Lan Duoduo heard Jun Yue's voice, he treated her the same way as before. She blinked her wet sea-blue eyes and looked up at Jun Yue happily.
"Junyue, are you not angry anymore?"
Hearing this, Jun Yue's face darkened slightly, his dark eyes narrowed, and the gentle and doting tenderness was withdrawn.
Seeing his look, Lan Duoduo lowered her head in disappointment and buried herself in the man's arms again, but her tender little hands grabbed the man's clothes around his waist and tightened them.
Junyue is still angry.
Her awkward look amused Jun Yue.
He was not angry, he just couldn't figure out what he felt towards this soft and sweet little girl.
"Master, do you want to fight again?" the butler asked.
Jun Yue lowered his eyes slightly, hugged the little bun curled up in his arms, stretched out his long legs, walked back to the sofa and sat down.
The soft and cute little bun nestled in the man's arms remained in the same position from beginning to end.
Even after the man sat down, she still nestled in his arms, her face buried in his chest, her small hands clutching his clothes, as if she was afraid that he would abandon her.
He looked as pitiful as a timid rabbit.
In this way, Jun Yue couldn't feel the slightest bit of disgust, let alone pull her off him.
He sighed helplessly and adjusted the position of the little girl in his arms so that her little face was exposed and she sat more comfortably on his lap.
"Master, does Xiao Nuo still want to be punished?"
The housekeeper felt that if he didn't say anything, the young master might not remember such a thing.
Jun Yue glanced at Xiao Nuo, who was gasping for breath on the ground like a puddle of mud, with his cold black eyes, and there was a deep chill in his eyes.
Hearing the housekeeper's words, Lan Duoduo looked at Xiao Nuo, who was covered in wounds and bleeding profusely, with her clear and bright eyes.
Her beautiful eyebrows, as blue as mountains, were deeply furrowed. There was no trace of blood on Lan Duoduo's palm-sized face, and she was as pale as a fragile crystal doll.
He bit his lips tightly, as if trying hard to keep himself awake.
"Jun Yue, can you please stop hitting her?"
Lan Duoduo's voice was crisp, with a cautious tone.