The little girl rolled her eyes and smiled sweetly at Shen Qingjue. The two small dimples on her white cheeks were very cute.
The sound of soft little breasts sounded.
"My name is Yan Huan."
The young man nodded slightly to show that he knew, his brows and eyes were two to three indifferent, and his black pupils like lacquer glanced at her again.
Seeing Shen Qingjue's lifeless look, the little girl got into the carriage without any hesitation, and then fell into a shit without a hitch.
"..."
Fortunately, the inside of the carriage was covered with thick and soft blankets, otherwise Chu Yanhuan's little face would have been shattered.
Feeling dizzy and feeling ashamed, she lay there and pretended to be dead for two seconds.
Then, a pair of clean and cool hands hugged her.
Chu Yanhuan turned his head in a daze, and met Shen Qingjue's black jade-like pupils, and a faint smile flashed inside.
"Are you OK?"
The young man's strange voice rang out, it was pleasant to the ear, clean and clear, and it could calm people's hearts down.
The little girl shook her head, pursed her bright red lips, and her originally white face was stained with dust, like a dirty little cat.
Shen Qingjue frowned slightly.
After a pause, he took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve, handed it to Chu Yanhuan, and said softly, "Wipe your face."
The young man held a handkerchief with his snow-white fingertips, leaned over slightly, and a few strands of jet-black hair fell on the side of his fair face.
With his lowered eyebrows, the moonlight outside quietly fell on his slender and curly eyelashes, and the youthful brows and eyes showed a bit of softness.
Chu Yanhuan stared at that white hand.
Look at Shen Qingjue's indifferent and gentle expression.
"..." She silently took the handkerchief, and then said thank you with a delicate little face.
The little girl began to wipe her face.
The more you rub it, the more it will bloom.
Shen Qingjue looked at her for two seconds, pursed his petal-like thin lips, and put down the book in his hand.
Then he reached out and gently took the handkerchief in Chu Yanhuan's hand, lowered his eyebrows, and said softly, "Let me wipe it for you."
As he said that, without waiting for the little girl's answer, the boy took the handkerchief on his own, gently held her chin with one hand, and wiped her face carefully.
Chu Yanhuan is sitting on the soft couch now.
Because the carriage compartment was relatively small, the young man was already slender, so he half-kneeled there, and the corner of his snow-white clothes brushed against the little girl's fingertips, inadvertently.
Itchy.
Chu Yanhuan stared at him blankly, with a pair of beautiful eyes like black grapes, blinking occasionally, as if he could talk.
Suddenly, the little girl smiled sweetly at Shen Qingjue, revealing two small white canine teeth, which were pointed and very cute.
"Little brother, you have such a good life."
"I'm glad to see you."
Hearing this, Shen Qingjue stopped holding the handkerchief.
The young man's delicate and indifferent eyebrows froze, and his crimson lips moved slightly like rouge, "Kids, don't say such nonsense."
He continued to wipe her face gently.
"..." Chu Yanhuan was unhappy.
Who is a child, you are a child, and your whole family is a child! !
But she didn't dare to say that, after all, this person is the golden thigh she wants to hug now~
Otherwise, you will really end up on the street...
Boo!
The little girl puffed her face, rolled her eyes, stretched out her hand and grabbed a corner of Shen Qingjue's snow-colored clothes, and said pitifully, "Little brother, can you take me in for a while?"
"I was abandoned by my parents and I was homeless..."