【Hua Ning】Throat seal

Hanako's eyes softened, as if all the blood in her body disappeared in an instant. He put the three-flowered cat on the carpet, took the towel handed by the waiter, and wiped the dried blood in his palm: "It's not a big deal. I hate it...you can keep it if you like it."

Baxun Ningning was taken aback for a moment.She didn't expect him to agree, and she was ready to find time to send it to the pet agency. She paused for a moment with her knitting hand, and immediately cheered, picked up the little milk cat on the ground, hugged it, and stuck it rubbed his face: "That's great, Ugly Orange! You can live here forever!"

"..." Hanako's hand that tried to stroke the cat froze for a moment, "Wait," he quickly stopped, "Baxun. What do you call it?"

Baxun blinked: "Ugly orange."

"...I'm sorry I didn't hear you clearly, please say it again."

"Didn't you notice? Although it is small, it is very fat. Its belly is full of flesh, like an orange. Its face is wrinkled together and looks ugly, so it is called Ugly Orange."

The little girl pinched the three-colored cat's soft paws: "Isn't it, Ugly Orange?" The kitten meowed a few times in a childlike voice, and leaned close to rub the tip of her nose affectionately.

"...haha," Hanako said with a dry smile, "Well, it's indeed Baxun."

The addition of the Sanhuamao brought some changes in his life to some extent—that night, Baxun Ningning knocked on the door holding the ugly orange, and saw him leaning on the bed cabinet, looking at him with the help of a dim lamp. Reading a book, he unceremoniously moved over the stool and sat in front of his bed.

"Bedtime song," she explained, "you agreed."

...?When did you agree?

Hanako put down her book and rubbed the center of her brows—the second day after the little girl came to the mansion, the waiter seemed to have indeed said that she would come to sing a bedtime song.

In line with the thought of 'it's better to be lively than the first appearance', he said something casually at that time, but he didn't take it to heart.Unexpectedly, I received a call that night, saying that there was an accident at the port, and I wanted him to go there in person—he braved the wind and snow to rush there by boat, and he walked for four days, and the bedtime song he should play was just as good. After soaking in soup, she didn't expect to come back four days later, and she still remembered it.

So Hanako flattened the pillow on her back, pulled the quilt over, only showing a pair of eyes, and looked at her with a smile, "What are you going to sing, Yahiro?"

He had lost all his hostility, and was only wearing loose snow-white pajamas. His black hair had been washed because of the snow, and it looked extremely soft when it was spread on the pillow.

Aside from those complicated and heavy titles, he is just an ordinary boy who is about the same age as her.

"Sing, what are you singing..." The little girl felt her cheeks burning hot, she lowered her head to run along the ugly orange's messy hair as if covering up, and muttered, "Well, let's sing, let's sing an English song, my English grade not bad……"

Baxun Ningning quickly reported the name of a song, but he didn't hear it clearly, but subconsciously nodded and said, okay, you can sing.

The little girl closed her eyes, and her voice was like a pool of gentle water, gurgling in his ears.Her voice was clear, full of all the beautiful wind and moon at this age, Hanako slowly closed her eyes, and the dim yellow lamp went out, leaving only the warmth that did not dissipate in the room.

"SomedayI'll wishuponastar (I look forward to one day on that galaxy),"

He was drowsy, and the warm soft touch was attached to his forehead accompanied by the singing, and it was fleeting.

"and wake up where the clouds are far behind me"