Chapter 17: My little girl 7

It was dark at night, and the wind outside the temple was cold and cold.
The number of warm clothes was so thin that I couldn’t help but sneeze.
It was not long before the dark hall was lit up again and the temple door opened.
The number of warmth heard the voice and looked up, and saw Qian Qianmo standing in the door, as always, the indifferent eyes looked at her condescendingly.
For Qian Qianmo, it is another feeling.
In addition to the embarrassing look of her day when she was in front of her horse, he has been used to the savvy and sensible things these days.
But at this time she was squatting outside the hall for a night, and when she looked up, the hair hanging behind her was blown by the wind.
The little girl's eyelids are ruddy. He knows that she is thin and can't stand the cold wind blowing for so long. At this time, the eyelids have been shaved red, and a pair of scorpions are watery and foggy, reflecting the volume. The tears under the lashes of the eyelashes, especially the lips half bite, look good and not moving.
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The number of warmth licked the little mouth and nodded.
"Get up."
Get his permission, the number of warmth just bite the lip to stand up, but she squatted for too long, this time just had to stand up, the calf was soft, almost to be squatted, but was smashed by the arm Hanging on his slender and powerful arm.
晟 Thousands of inks frowned slightly, so it was so incomprehensible to smash the little things hanging on the arm.
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Qian Qianmo tried to ease his look. He walked over and sat down on the couch. He opened the ointment cover and said: "Come here."
The number of warmth was carefully moved to his side.
Thousands of inks frowned and patted his thighs.
A few warm, hesitant to think about how to do it, a certain prince has been very impatient to reach out and put the person on his lap and put it on his lap, the voice is low: "Sit well, don't move."
This sitting position is still sitting on the legs of thousands of inks. The number of warmth can't be moved, but she stunned for a while and then she was glanced at the cold eyes. The number of warmth had to try to put her two The hand was hung on his neck, and this was honest.
A few warm clothes were wearing a dress, and Qian Qianmo lifted her skirt up. I really saw that the two white legs were red, and the knees were especially red and swollen.
晟 Thousands of ink gently rubbed her eyebrows, bent down slightly, took her slender calf, and applied a cool ointment to her red and swollen place.
After all, it’s a man who grew up in a military camp since he was a child. He didn’t have a serious concept. Although he thought he was light, he still felt the pain in the whole process, but he still clenched his lips. Humming.
After wiping out the medicine, Qian Qianmo gently rubbed her calf and asked: "Is it still hurt?"
A few warm heads, shaking his head and sticking to his chest did not dare to speak, but he was able to hear the strong heartbeat of the man clearly and clearly.
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The number is still warm or shaking his head.
晟 墨 见 see the little things scared like this, did not ask her more, put her skirt down.
The person under the command was told to bring in the dinner.