The little girl's eyes purred, and she showed a sweet smile to Shen Qingjue, and the two small dimples on the white cheeks were very cute.

The soft little sounded.

"My name is Yan Huan."

The young man nodded slightly, indicating that he knew, his eyebrows and eyes were indifferent, and the paint-like black pupils glanced at her again.

Seeing that Shen Qingjue was not angry, the little girl had to drill into the carriage inch by inch, and then smoothly fell into the.

“……”

Fortunately, there was a thick and soft blanket inside the carriage, otherwise Chu Yanhuan's little face would have been broken.

Her head was dizzy, and with a sense of shame in her heart, she lay there and pretended to be dead for two seconds.

Then, a pair of clean and cool hands picked her up.

Chu Yanhuan turned his head staggeredly, and met Shen Qingjue's dark jade-like pupils, and a very shallow smile flashed in them.

"Are you alright?"

The young man's unfamiliar voice sounded, melodious, clean and clear, and listening to it can calm people's hearts.

The little girl shook her head, her red lips pursed, and her originally white face was stained with some ash, like a dirty little flower cat.

Shen Qingjue frowned slightly.

After a pause, he took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve, handed it to Chu Yanhuan, and said lightly: "Wipe your face." ”

The young man's snow-white fingertips pinched a handkerchief, leaned over slightly, and a few strands of jet-black hair fell on the white side of his face.

His eyebrows were lowered, and the moonlight outside quietly fell on his long curly eyelashes, and the young man's green eyebrows and eyes showed a little softness.

Chu Yanhuan stared at the white hand.

Look at Shen Qingjue's indifferent and gentle expression again.

"......" 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 flowers.

Shen Qingjue looked at her for two seconds, pursed his petal-like thin lips, and put down the book he was holding.

Then he reached out and gently took the handkerchief in Chu Yanhuan's hand, lowered his eyebrows, and said softly: "I'll wipe it for you." ”

As he spoke, without waiting for the little girl's answer, the young man took the handkerchief himself, gently supported her chin with one hand, and carefully wiped her face.

Chu Yanhuan is now sitting on a soft couch.

Because the carriage of the carriage was relatively small, and the young man's figure was already more slender, he half-knelt there, and the corners of his snow-white clothes brushed the little girl's fingertips, inadvertently.

It's a little itchy.

Chu Yanhuan looked at him stunned, with a pair of beautiful eyes like black grapes, occasionally blinking and blinking, as if he could speak.

Suddenly, the little girl smiled sweetly at Shen Qingjue, revealing two snow-white little tiger teeth, pointy and cute.

"Little brother, you were born so well."

"When I see you, I rejoice."

Hearing this, Shen Qingjue took the handkerchief for a moment.

The young man's delicate and indifferent eyebrows and eyes were stunned, and his crimson lips seemed to be lightly dyed with rouge, and moved slightly, "Children's family, don't talk nonsense." ”

He continued to wipe her face, and his movements were very gentle.

"......" Chu Yanhuan was unhappy.

Who is a child, you are a child, your whole family is a child!!

But she didn't dare to say this, after all, this person is the golden thigh she wants to hug now~

Otherwise, you will really end up on the streets......

Phew!

The little girl puffed out her face, her eyes gurgled, she reached out and grabbed the corner of Shen Qingjue's snow-colored clothes, and said pitifully: "Little brother, can you take me in?" ”。

"I was abandoned by my father and mother, and I was homeless......"