The little ancestor has a delicate voice and can flirt, and the ascetic villain has fallen

She shrank there like a frightened cat, trembling all over, tiny.

The position of the heart is a little stuffy.

The man's complexion was instantly gloomy, as if water was about to drip out, a trace of cold gloom flashed across his eyes, his thin lips were pursed into a straight line, and he turned his head to look at the instigator of this incident.

Qi Chengyu knew that he was wrong, but he couldn't stand his cousin's cold gaze, so he shrank into the servant's arms in fright.

The servant standing beside Qi Boyan explained the current situation:

"Master, Miss Chi seems to have been seriously stimulated. As long as we touch her, she will be very repulsed."

"We can't get close to her. We are afraid that she will react more aggressively. We have already notified the doctor to come. Should we wait for the doctor to come?"

He didn't get close to her immediately because he was afraid that she would overreact.

She is now in a state of high panic.

Qi Boyan looked at her like this, and remembered that after subduing the trafficker who kidnapped and raped the girl, when he approached her, she was like this too.

Back then, they were not bound, but they dared not even move, because as long as someone tried to escape, they would be entangled and bitten to death by those domesticated snakes.

Although she was not actually sexually assaulted that year.

But before their rescue team arrived, they might have suffered unimaginable mental torture.

After all, he still couldn't hold back.

He directly stepped forward and squatted in front of her, reaching out to her.

But when she sensed someone approaching, her body trembled even more, "Don't touch me——"

Qi Boyan's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, his eyebrows frowned more tightly, his breathing rate was also a little abnormal, and his chest was a little more stuffy because of her repulsion.

But he only paused for a few seconds, and finally put his hand on her little head.

The man's hoarse and steady voice overflowed from his throat, "Don't be afraid."

Chi Youyou's tense body showed signs of relaxing at this second, and the "don't be afraid" gradually merged with the voice in memory.

——"Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you."

Seeing that she didn't obviously reject her, Qi Boyan heaved a sigh of relief, rubbed her head comfortingly, and said softly, "I'll take you back."

She didn't speak, but at least she didn't tremble as much as before, and she didn't refuse his approach.

Qi Boyan got up first, then bent down beside her, wrapped her arms around her slender waist, and picked her up from the ground.

It was actually a long distance from the plantation base back to the main building of the manor. Sensing her dependence on him, the man didn't use a car, so he carried her back to the main building.

The doctor wanted to see how she was doing, so Qi Boyan leaned over and wanted to put her on the sofa in the living room first.

But when she noticed his movements, she immediately stretched out her arms and hugged his neck uneasily, buried her small face in the socket of his neck, seeking a sense of security, "No."

Qi Boyan froze when she put her down, felt her warm breath on her neck, and her muscles tensed for a moment.

He could only sit on the sofa with her in his arms, and said to the doctor, "Just look at it like this."

Combining her current symptoms and the servant's account of what happened before, the doctor pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose and said, "Miss Chi's condition is probably post-traumatic stress disorder, and you may need some treatment after you calm down. Psychological counseling."

The doctor suggested: "At present, we can only let her rest in a comfortable and safe environment for a period of time. After she gradually eases down, she can do something to divert her attention or eliminate negative emotions, and then let a professional psychologist come to her. Get treatment."

Qi Boyan ordered the servant to send the doctor away.

After soothing her emotions for a while, the man got up and carried her to the guest room, and waited until she seemed to be better before slowly pulling away from her.

He stared at her pale face, saw her huddled on the sofa in a daze, and asked her in a low voice: "Sleep here, or should I take you home?"

She pursed her lips, but still refused to speak.

He glanced at her white lips, got up, and wanted to go out and get her a glass of water to drink.

But as soon as he took a few steps, she immediately climbed off the sofa behind him, followed him closely, raised her hand to grab the black shirt on his body, and looked up at him.

She was afraid of him leaving.

Qi Boyan looked down at her, the little girl's beautiful eyes were filled with moisture, and she looked aggrieved.

It was as pitiful as if he wanted to abandon her, but it tickled his heart.

Some things just can't be suppressed at this moment.

He pressed his cheeks with the tip of his tongue, narrowed his long and narrow peach eyes, lowered his head slightly, and his voice was hoarse and seductive, "Chi Youyou, if you stare at me like this again, I'll kiss you."