Ling Sheng shook his head, still stiff: "It doesn't hurt." ”

Jun Shiyan smiled gently, the fire surging out of his eyes was about to be suppressed, and he accelerated his pace again.

When did his little girl learn to deceive?

He knew that she didn't want him to worry and make him feel distressed, so she deliberately said that.

She didn't even tell him about his injury, he still heard about it from others.

But he didn't want her to be so well-behaved and sensible, he just wanted her to cry to him unscrupulously, laugh at him, and be coquettish to him.

Ling Sheng watched him walk faster and faster, he really couldn't keep up, he couldn't move a step, and the soles of his feet hurt to death.

Obviously, she had a hard mouth, and she lied and said that it didn't hurt when she hurt to death, but when she saw his attitude, she suddenly felt aggrieved, sad and uncomfortable, looking at the man's tall figure, squatting on the ground, and shouting angrily: "I'm not leaving." ”

Jun Shiyan stopped, turned around, squatted in front of her, and held her ankles.

Ling Sheng's feet shrank for a moment, and he buckled them, and her big hands gently and forcefully took off her shoes, she snorted, wanting to continue to be hard-mouthed, but her voice was muffled: "It's really okay." ”

Jun Shiyan saw that there was faint blood oozing from the gauze under the little girl's feet, and he twitched in distress, stopped her waist and picked her up, and finally couldn't help but explode, even in anger, he still asked calmly with restraint, and poked her heart word by word: "Do you want me to die of distress?" ”

"Nope." Ling Sheng hugged his waist and buried him uncomfortably in his chest, tears falling down as if he didn't want money.

"Don't cry." Jun Shiyan was out of breath in distress, and her big hand gently wiped away her tears.

Ling Sheng looked at him with tears in his eyes and said in a dumb voice, "I hurt." ”

She didn't know why, she was fine, but when she saw him, she suddenly became aggrieved.

"Got it." Jun Shiyan watched the little girl cry and sob, and hugged her tightly: "I'll look at the car." ”

"Hmm." Ling Sheng actually didn't hurt much anymore, but it was a little painful just after walking for a while, and at this moment, even she felt hypocritical, hugged his neck, and buried her in his arms.

Jun Shiyan took the medicine and gauze, bandaged her wound again, and began to regret it, why did she let her walk by herself for that short distance just now, if she didn't walk, the wound would definitely not bleed again.

The little girl's white and tender soles were pierced several times, and he couldn't wait to break the body of the person who hurt her.

"How do you know?" Ling Sheng raised his head, his misty crystal eyes, and looked at him without blinking.

"If no one says it, you're going to keep it a secret from me?" Jun Shiyan sighed lowly, with a bit of reproach in his eyes.

Where did Ling Sheng dare, even if she didn't say it, he would find out if it was good or not, shook his head, and his soft voice was a little hoarse: "No." ”

Jun Shiyan's movements were very light, for fear of hurting her, but in the process of bandaging, he would inevitably touch the wound.

"It hurts." Ling Sheng's voice was small, biting his lip, weak, pitiful and helpless, like an abandoned kitten.

"If it hurts, bite me." Jun Shiyan's voice was a little hoarse, his eyes were slightly lowered, his fingers as long as jade, and he wrapped gauze around her seriously.

Ling Sheng was an obedient and good boy, and he directly leaned up and opened his mouth to bite his shoulder, and his chin rested on his shoulder: "Does it hurt?" "Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.