Chapter 52: Welcome Back
Feixing and Hehan were a little confused, they instinctively smelled danger coming.
Qinghu was happy in her heart, she was already holding on to her breath, and she was troubled by the unlucky young master again. Feeling the familiar breath coming over, she settled down, and a mouthful of blood that she had held for a long time spurted out, and finally fainted.
I don't know how long it took, but Qinghu smelled the familiar clear breath in a daze, and his nose fluttered.
She tried to fumble but found that her little hand was grasped by a warm hand. The whole person was embraced in a familiar embrace.
Qinghu opened his eyes and met those dark and deep eyes.
It was a pair of bottomless eyes, there seemed to be a thousand words in the eyes, Qinghu didn't know whether he took the initiative to explore the secret realm in his eyes, or was surrounded and melted by the soft pity in his eyes.
She used a slight force in her hand, tears slipped out of her eyes uncontrollably, her red face was a little embarrassed, and she buried it in Duanfeng's arms, and he was full of salty tears.
Duanfeng also hugged his little girl tightly, caressing her back, and resting his chin lightly on her little head.
The little girl sobbed and cried for a while, then wiped his clothes, raised her crimson little face, changed her angry expression, and stared at Duanfeng.
"Madame angry?" Duanfeng looked at the little girl's fierce milk, and her voice was soft and sticky like honey.
Qinghu still pouted, occasionally involuntarily taking a breath, staring at Duanfeng angrily.
"Madame's pain?" Duanfeng's eyes slanted to the side, and then looked back at Qinghu's face like a warm sun.
Qinghu shook her head gently, her body really didn't hurt anymore.
Duanfeng looked at the little girl's red nose and slightly curled lips, like a sweet fruit with fresh juice. He resisted the thought of grabbing her lips, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and buried Qinghu's little face in his shoulder socket.
Qinghu's small face was close to his neck, skin to skin, body temperature blended.
"Madame misses me." He said softly.
Long.
"Hmm." Qinghu made a soft muffled sound in his nose.
Duanfeng's eyes were shining brightly, the hand stroking the little girl's back was stiff, and her body trembled uncontrollably, and she hugged the little girl in her arms tighter.
They quarreled and broke up.
Duanfeng felt that his little girl seemed to be flowing water, and he couldn't stop it if he couldn't grasp it.
She wandered around on her own, not relying on him and not caring about him.
He's there, it's the icing on the cake. In his absence, she can bloom on her own, leisurely.
Now this shallow "um" is that she is finally willing to take her hand and give herself a place to stay by her side, and she wants to go with him.
Duanfeng's heart was pounding, he held Qinghu's face, his starry eyes flashed, and he pressed his forehead against the little girl's forehead.
The tip of the nose interacts with the warm breath.
"Lord Guard."
"Hmm."
"You're here."
"Hmm." Duanfeng raised his head and hooked the little red nose of Qinghu.
"Madame, naturally, I am the one who guards it.
I don't want other people's blood to splash into your heart, you can only have me in your heart, and you are not allowed to give half an inch to others.
Whoever you want to save, I will save.
Whoever you want to kill, I'll kill.
Madame, make good use of me. ”
Qinghu gently avoided his fiery eyes, supported his chest and said, "I don't have you in my heart, I just miss you a little." ”
She was a little shy, her little face was crimson, but she still raised her eyes to meet Duanfeng's gaze: "I want to know why you are angry." ”
"You don't know?" Duanfeng stroked her slender shoulder, sighed softly and said, "Madame will know later." ”
"Later?"
"Hmm. Madame, grow up quickly. Duanfeng rubbed Qinghu's little head, his face was like the warm spring sun, warm and gentle.
Qinghu brushed away his hand, looked at his good-looking face, and said softly:
"Lord Guard."
"Huh?"
"Welcome back."