【Hua Ning】Throat seal

You have to reflect on your mistakes.Before sending him in, Tu Ceng said that a girl of your age is very fragile. No matter what reason you said before, you have to apologize and ask the other party for forgiveness.

I know——Hanako stuck out her tongue and made a face at him, Mr. Tulong is obviously only in his 20s, if he keeps nagging, he will become an old man.

Mrs. Seven...

Ah, sighing again.And I'm not a number seven.

The original mansion was confiscated and sealed, and Tulong drove him to the outskirts of the city. The new mansion was built in the north, and looked like a quiet Japanese-style manor.They passed through a small piece of lush woods, and from a distance, they saw a girl in a white dress squatting in the garden, with a three-colored cat flopping happily at her feet.

The weather hadn't fully warmed up yet, and the girl's knuckles exposed outside the cuffs were red with cold. She turned her back to him, and the ribbon at the back of her waist hung down, falling softly on the frost-covered lawn.

Hanako's footsteps suddenly hesitated—it is true that he had only lived in the prison for less than a week, and he had taken a serious shower and changed into new clothes after he came out, and now he looked refreshed, but he still felt that something was wrong. Something was thumping in the throat, like a budding flower branch trying to break through the ground.His chest heaved for a while, and for the first time he felt a little at a loss, his knuckles clenched the corners of his clothes, and his palms were almost sweating from tension.

... eight search.He cried softly, the three syllables rolled down from his teeth like a crushed spell, and melted into the wind after a while, so subtle that he couldn't even hear it clearly.So he took a deep breath, cleared his throat, raised the volume, and yelled again: Baxun.

——This time, the little girl heard it.

Tulong said that he was not interested in watching the children quarrel and reconcile, waved his hand and entered the mansion first.Hanako glanced at the starting line, tightly clutching the hem of her shirt with her hands behind her back.She looked back frame by frame like a stuck disc, her light-colored eyes locked him firmly, as if surprised, the corners of her eyes turned red.Baxun stood up suddenly, almost fell dizzy, the catnip in his hand fell on the carpet, and Ugly Ju rushed over to hold it.Tulong probably didn't tell her that she would come back—she probably heard all kinds of strange rumors long ago, and thought that she had already died in the prison.

"Baxun," he opened his arms to her, as if hiding his embarrassment: "Come on, come on, do you miss me—"

Baxun Ningning stared at him blankly, and walked over after a while.The ugly orange that was rolling in the catnip was scooped up, Baxun put the ugly orange in his arms, lowered his head, his voice was tinged with tears: "...bite him, ugly orange."

The three-color cat sniffed at his clean skirt, then pushed him with the soft pad, and meowed and acted like a baby to him.

Hanako was amused: "What a pity, it obviously likes me more."

Yaxun Ningning blinked, tears rolled down her eyes. "It likes you, yes," she frowned, and the warm liquid slammed down like a broken thread: "You like cats, you saved it, of course it likes you."

Hanako didn't expect her to cry, so she stretched out her hand in a panic, wanting to wipe her tears: "Baxun, don't cry..."

"Don't, don't touch me!" She patted his hand away, stepped back a few steps, and hugged Chouju tightly in her arms.The little girl sniffed, stared and tried desperately to hold back tears, but there were still golden beans falling down, looking pitiful.She raised her hand and wiped her face indiscriminately, and said stubbornly: "Your hand can touch my chin, and it can also cut off my throat. Don't touch me, I dare not be touched by you."

"..."

... What's going on, why does this sound so familiar.

Hanako withdrew her hand in embarrassment, and looked at the tea cage in the living room with her mouth flattened.Tulong spread out his hands towards him, with a look of helplessness, the meaning was clear: Coax yourself.