Chapter 13
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Being stared at by him, Song Jingwan felt that all her thoughts had nowhere to hide. Her breathing became erratic and she hurriedly explained, "No, old man. I'm afraid that she's insensible and will hurt you. What I said is true. My sister …"
"What do you know!"
The old man looked gentle and refined, but his temper was very bad. He scolded Song Jingwan until she could not raise her head.
"Don't tell me I don't know my own body? If it weren't for this little girl's help, this old man would have died long ago! I suggest that you go back to school and revise your values! " After saying that, he turned his head to look at Song Yaoyao. His serious face instantly smiled like a flower. "Little girl, thank you for just now."
Song Yaoyao squatted on the ground. Originally, she wanted to cry because of the numbness in her feet, but now she seemed to not feel it and smiled brightly at the old man.
Sure enough, the older the ginger, the spicier. Song Jingwan thought that she could deceive everyone. Her careful thoughts could not escape this kind of person who had experienced all kinds of things in the world. Their eyes were the 'demon revealing mirror'.
"Song Yaoyao."
The man's voice was cold and deep, and it smashed down on the top of her head.
Song Yaoyao was surprised as she lifted her head to look. She squatted on the ground like a white and fat carrot, a small ball.
"Brother — —" She opened her mouth to call out, but in a flash, she remembered how this person disliked her.
She turned her head away and swallowed the rest of her words.
Huo Yunque looked down and could only see the top of the little girl's black hair. Her hair was soft, and there was a strand of hair on the top of her head.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and his narrow phoenix eyes were filled with a smile.
"Get up."
He slowly stretched out his big hand. His palm was wide and thick, and the tassels on the prayer beads swayed slightly.
Song Yaoyao had always been amenable to coaxing but not coercion. When others did not believe her, she did not feel wronged. When Song Jingwan took the lead and forced to apologize, Song Yaoyao did not care.
In her previous life, she had only lived to the age of 19. Since she was young, she had been doted on by her parents and brother. She was the only one left in this lifetime. Song Yaoyao told herself to be strong.
However, once Huo Yunque's attitude softened, Song Yaoyao didn't want to be strong anymore.
She pouted and her eyes turned red. She said softly, "My legs are numb …" She couldn't stand up.
Huo Yunque's brows furrowed slightly, as if something had struck his heart.
When Song Jingwan heard this, she hurried over to help Song Yaoyao up. Just as she reached out, she was blocked by a hand.
The man's skin was very white, and he was dressed in a long robe.
At this moment, he slowly glanced over, but it made Song Jingwan's hair stand on end in an instant. A chill ran from the bottom of her feet all the way to the top of her head. It was so cold that her bones seemed to creak.
Song Yaoyao sniffled and obediently handed her hand to Huo Yunque.
He closed his big palm. The little girl's hand was so soft that it was as if it had no bones. It was small and soft, and it fit perfectly with his palm.
Huo Yunque pulled back slightly and directly pulled Song Yaoyao up.
"Wu …"
Song Yaoyao's delicate brows suddenly furrowed. She pulled a long face and plunged into Huo Yunque's arms. Her hands clutched his clothes tightly, and her legs trembled.
"It's uncomfortable … I can't take it anymore. My legs, legs are numb …"
I don't know if you've ever felt this before. When you squat for too long, your legs will be in a state of numbness and pain because of the blockage of blood flow in your legs.
Song Yaoyao's voice trembled. Her legs trembled, and she leaned on Huo Yunque, unable to stand straight.
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