little master

42.

As soon as I heard this voice, I sat up in shock: Young master? !

Sure enough, when he turned his head and looked, the person bending over to look in from the car window was the young master.

This is really another village.

I hurriedly opened the car door, got down, and heard him ask, "Why are you here?"

However, I didn't bother to answer his question, and rushed straight after getting out of the car, like a large dog that had been away from home for a long time finally saw its owner, trying to paw at him with hands and feet.

The difference in height and size allowed me to easily hold him in my arms, and his non-refusing behavior also gave me an opportunity.I buried my head in his neck, took a deep breath, and smelled the faint sweet fragrance unique to his body, and the uneasiness and irritability in my heart disappeared in an instant.

He loves sweets, and cakes and milk tea are essential. After a period of hard work, I have successfully developed a good habit of drinking milk every morning, so the body is naturally stained with a sweet milky smell. .Just like his people, soft and sweet, making people want to stop.

I hugged him and sighed faintly.

It was okay when I didn’t see him, at most I returned disappointed, not too sad, I even thought optimistically about what to call and text him when I got home, and I must tell him how much I miss him.

But now that I actually saw him, I found that I couldn't say anything, as if there was a piece of cotton stuck in my throat, and I didn't bother to move my body, I just wanted to hold him like this all the time.

I realized deeply that I couldn't do without him.

Sensing that he wanted to push away, I tightened my arms and whispered in his ear: "Don't move, let me hug you for a while."

Perhaps because of my hoarse voice, the young master's hand that was already pressing on my chest loosened a little, and asked uncertainly: "Ji Shao, what's wrong with you?"

I rubbed his side face nostalgicly: "I miss you."

The young master stopped talking.I felt the skin at the base of his ear warm up when I touched it.

My hands were tightly circled behind his back, I restrained myself not to move, hugged him for a while in this position, and then reluctantly let go of him.

As soon as I let go, I realized that he was only wearing a pullover sweater today, with a thin vest outside, which looks good, but it has no effect on keeping out the cold.

I'm not here, so I can dress indiscriminately?

Thinking of myself standing outside for so long with him in such thin clothes, I almost wanted to punch myself directly.

What if he gets sick?

I hugged him involuntarily.The young master was startled, and subconsciously put his arms around my neck: "What are you doing?"

I carried him around to the other side of the car, opened the door, and put him on the car seat: "It's cold outside, young master is wearing too little clothes, I'm afraid you'll get sick."

The young master seemed to have just regained consciousness. As soon as his body fell on the seat, he was about to sit up immediately. Seeing that his forehead was about to make intimate contact with the car door frame, I stretched out my hand quickly.

hiss.

This time it hit hard.I twisted my expression, immediately rubbed his forehead, and asked, "Did you hit it? Does it hurt?"

With my palm as a buffer to avoid direct contact between his forehead and the car door, the pain should not be so severe, but I still saw a small patch of red on his forehead, which made me feel very distressed.

The young master seemed to be aware of my thoughts, and let me rub his forehead, then suddenly grabbed my hand that had just blocked him, and asked me, "Does it hurt?"

I was taken aback, and the movements of my hands stopped.

He raised his head, held my hand in both hands, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

I wanted to shake my head subconsciously, but after meeting his eyes, I nodded in a mysterious way: "A little bit."

He showed a clear expression: "Just say it hurts, what to pretend."

I:"……"

Me: "It hurts, can the young master help me ease?"

The young master glanced at me and stopped talking.

Angry?

I paused, and just about to speak, his next action was completely beyond my expectation, so much so that I even forgot how to say it.

The young master lowered his head, raised my hand, and breathed into my palm a few times very lightly.

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good night!