Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1162 Desperate (6)

   "..." Yun Si pressed her fragile and injured waist.

  Zuan's heart ached so badly that he seemed to have hit a bone.

  She lowered her head slightly, her face pale.

  Naihe couldn't see anything clearly on his dirty face.

  He only lowered his head, falling into the shadows, quietly, like a poor little boy.

  The poor little one no one wants.

  Little Poor raised her beautiful eyes, bit her lip, and stared at the door for a while.

  He won't take her in, what should I do?

  She was slightly silent.

   After thinking for a while, she knocked on the door lightly again.

  “…” No one responded.

   She continued to knock.

   It seems that he must be asked to open the door.

   This time she learned to be smart and stood on the other side.

   so that the door doesn't hit her when it opens.

  She knocked lightly, and the door finally opened again.

  The cold and indifferent man is still shirtless, with a strong hormonal aura.

   Tall over 1.9 meters, with thick arms and stubble on his chin.

   With a tough and mature face and bare feet, he just stood in front of her.

  The strong momentum on her body was like a mountain, oppressing her body.

  It was so terrifying, as if a single punch could break her skull.

  The petite girl in front of her opened her mouth, about to say something.

   As a result, the man grabbed her wrist and lifted her up.

   It's like carrying a light sack, effortlessly.

   "Eh... wait, wait a minute, big... big brother, you—"

  She thought he was going to throw her into the forest, but unexpectedly, he carried her into the house.

  Inside, there is only a simple wooden bed and a small cabinet.

  He put her on the bed, then got down on one knee, grabbed her foot, and looked.

   "..." The dirty little girl blinked.

  The man who acted rudely and violently did not raise his eyelids, and his tone was indifferent:

   "Leave after dressing up, this is not a place for you to stay."

  His hands are rough, thick, long and dark, like hands that often do farm work.

   Just like that, she untied the cloth wrapped around her feet, without taking it lightly at all.

   It touched the wound on her foot, causing her to hiss in pain.

  I couldn't help but retract my feet.

   "You tap..."

  She seemed a little aggrieved.

  Tears burst out of the charming eyes physiologically, slightly red, and the eyelashes were wet and limp.

   There is an indescribable squeamishness.

  He paused for a moment, and glanced at her indifferently.

  The rough palm was still grabbing her delicate ankle.

  Although she is dirty all over, it is not difficult to see that she has lived in a wealthy family since she was a child, and she is a spoiled young lady in the family.

  Show and delicate, even speak softly and tightly.

  There is always an unconscious sweetness and coquettishness, like a ripe peach.

   There is a fresh and soft smell.

   Unspeakably hooked.

  The muscular man lowered his eyelids and did not speak.

  Looking at her horrible feet, his hands tightened a bit.

   pinched her delicate ankle again until it turned red.

  The delicate little girl frowned and said in a low voice: "How about...I'd better do it myself—"

  Before he could speak, he stood up, turned and walked out.

  The door closes immediately.

  Leave her alone, sitting on the edge of the hard wooden bed, silent for a while.

  Looking at the closed door, and at the small wooden house.

  This place is too simple, almost without any utensils.

  There are quite a few knives and arrows hanging on the wall, and they all seem to be hunting knives.

   Looks like...he's a hunter?

  (end of this chapter)