[Tutor] The Heart of Dwelling Myself

Whether it's a magnificent puppet show or a scene seen in a movie, Sicily has all the beauty and danger at a glance.Ling's carefree personality almost caused trouble. After all, Qianqiu, a unique Sicilian dialect, was not particularly good at it, and at this time he had to leave it to Cao Bi to handle it.Fortunately, no one dared to touch the mafia entrenched here, especially Vengley.

This trip was quite enjoyable, but it was a pity that I could not see the magnificent scene of thousands of lights when night fell, and the magnificent church with brilliant lights under the night.The magnificent coastline and the pure sky merge together, turning into the most beautiful shining gem in the Mediterranean.

When he returned to the other courtyard, Ling was still chattering about the interesting things he saw on the side of the road just now, and the customs he had never seen before.

"When will I come out to play again..." Ling pursed her lips in disappointment, as if she couldn't get enough of such a short-lived pleasure.The moment he walked into the secluded mansion, his mood sank again, and the hilarity just now seemed to be revolving in his mind.

"Well... there will definitely be a chance." Qianqiu held the delicate little gift box in his hand, comforting lightly.

In fact, she knew that it was not easy to come out like this, and Mr. Skylark must have considered many factors before making such a decision.And the people following them must not be only Mr. Kusakabe alone, on the contrary, they must be the strict staff arranged after the report.Otherwise, there are as many opportunities as possible to go out like this, instead of waiting until now.

But seeing Ling Baitian's elated expression, she also felt that it was all worth it.In this cage-like mansion, Ling's eyes still had vitality, but something was missing.And when he was playing outside, his eyes seemed to be ignited by sparks, like a bird out of its cage.

"Ling, you go back first. I want to go to Mr. Skylark." Qian Qiu patted the young man on the shoulder, and stuffed the snacks he bought into his arms.

Ling just gave her a meaningful look, obviously understanding what his sister was thinking.He shrugged helplessly, showing a narrow smile.

Of course Qianqiu knew what he meant by showing such an expression, his face blushed slightly, and he quickly turned his back and ran to Mr. Skylark's room.

Although he is only responsible for the three meals of Mr. Skylark, the salary he should pay is still unimaginably generous, even more than when he opened a pet shop.But even so, Qianqiu still hasn't changed the habit of frugality.After going out for a while, she only bought some small gifts to express her affection, and helped Ling buy everything else he wanted, no matter it was cheap or expensive, she agreed to them one by one.

At the same time, Qianqiu also rejected Cao Bi's act of digging out money.Receiving a salary that does not meet the workload, but also asking the employer to pay for it, such behavior is unacceptable anyway.

All that's left... is this little doll.

With an uneasy mind, she accelerated the speed of her feet.Dim lights cast a hazy halo through the window paper.

Getting closer to the room, Qianqiu's steps slowly slowed down, until she stopped lightly in front of the door, she reached out and knocked on the door frame lightly, "Mr. Skylark, are you there?"

silence.

Turns out it's just the lights on...but the people aren't there?

Qian Qiu turned around slightly disappointed, ready to leave.

"Come in." But at this moment, there was an answering voice in the room, as cold as the thin moonlight sprinkled in the corridor.

Qianqiu carefully opened the door and walked in.

The black-haired young man in front of him was not wearing a yukata as usual, but instead was wearing a well-fitting suit, sitting on the tatami mat and quietly closing his eyes.

His eyes were picturesque and his face was peaceful, as if nothing had happened.But the faint smell of medicine and blood still left in the room made Qianqiu's nerves tense suddenly.

"What's the matter?" Skylark opened his eyes as black as night, and opened his mouth calmly.

Qian Qiu didn't answer this question directly, but asked tentatively and cautiously, "Mr. Skylark...are you injured?"

Maybe Mr. Skylark was on some dangerous mission while they were out and about.If this is the case, then the fact that he is still wearing a suit should be proof that he has just returned, and the refusal to answer just now may also be to clean up the mess after the injury.

"You came here just to ask this?" Yunque narrowed his eyes slightly displeased, and the faint sense of oppression suddenly filled up, making Qianqiu's heart tense involuntarily, but it also confirmed his conjecture.

How could a person like Mr. Skylark, who has always been aloof and arrogant, allow others to point out his flaws.Qianqiu lowered his eyes, the loss in his heart made the tension instantly relieved a bit.This is... the self-esteem that he does not allow others to step into.

But thinking that when she and Ling were laughing and playing, Mr. Skylark was shuttled between life and death, and even got injured.Thinking of Mr. Skylark's decision to let them gain temporary freedom, a strong sense of guilt surged into Qianqiu's heart.Ashamed, sad, worried... suddenly overwhelmed her reason.

Qianqiu gently put down the gift box in his hand on the ground, trembling slightly but stretched out his hand to grab Mr. Skylark's cuff without hesitation, "Mr. Skylark...you are injured...Although I have been treating pets before, But at least I can help with the wound... Anyway, please let me see!"

The amber-like clear color in the pupil fluctuates faintly, like the courage to risk everything, and more of an unshakable concern, soft like a firefly.The intermittent words gradually became smoother, and the whispers gradually became stubborn, but there was no fear in their eyes, as if they had been left behind.

Qianqiu successfully saw the displeasure flashing in the young man's eyes, and the increasingly depressed aura that frightened her.By the way... Mr. Skylark hates others to touch him the most, and also hates others to order him the most... She panicked, but then stubbornly raised her head, and met those low-pressure pitch-black phoenix eyes. Zhanlan is like a vast ocean that almost drowns her.

very scary.

She shivered unconsciously, her eyes were flustered like a frightened deer.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Qianqiu's voice became lower and lower, and the hands on the cuffs could not help but loosen.

over, over...

Mr. Skylark must be angry.

Isn't it annoying to force others like this... especially when facing Mr. Skylark who doesn't like to be restrained.

"The medicine box is in the cupboard." The clear voice broke through the absurd dullness at the moment, and the emotion in the tone could not be heard.

"Eh...eh?" Qian Qiu subconsciously opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.Mr. Skylark's eyes were as deep as the night, and he couldn't see clearly.

This is... Don't care about her?

"Do you want me to say it a second time?" Yunque raised that classic and delicate face, narrowed his eyes, and couldn't help but aggravate his tone.

"No...thank you, Mr. Skylark!" Qianqiu's face was blushing with excitement, the soft arc of his mouth opened, and the surprise in his eyes bloomed with a kind of vitality.

Thanks... why should I thank you.Skylark watched the expression on the woman's face in front of him change from concern to panic, and then to the dawn of sunshine after the rain, which was so dazzling that he couldn't take his eyes off.

In fact, he was surprised that he didn't really hate Chiaki Cageshima when he met him, and the faint anger was just a result of habit.And seeing her firm and stubborn eyes instead of being gentle as usual, I feel that even the slightest bit of displeasure can't help but dissipate.

I have never seen the other party's expression other than gentle and gentle, this is the first time, and it also has deep concern.So he could not help but agree to such a prayer.And Chu Ji's smile was like a beam of skylight leaking through a gap in the clouds and mists, it was the expression he showed when facing Long Daoling.

There was nothing to be angry about, on the contrary, Hibari also felt that Chiaki Kageshima felt a little pleasure when he showed such an expression to him.

When Qianqiu came back with the medicine box and opened it, he found that there were also absorbent cotton balls stained with bloodstains and a bunch of bandages inside.

"That...was the injury on the arm, right?" Qian Qiu lightly supported Yunque's arm, and her cold fingertips brushed her arm, and she couldn't help but her heart skipped a beat.

When slightly rolling up the cuffs, a faint line of blood was drawn along with the texture of the shirt.

A shocking cut, thankfully it didn't seem to be very deep, and it seemed to have been sterilized before - it seems that it was when she knocked on the door.

She took out the tweezers, grabbed the alcohol cotton from the bottle, and covered the wound as low as possible.

"...Does it hurt?" Qianqiu carefully glanced at the erratic Yunque, but the other party just straightened the line of his mouth, his eyes remained calm and indifferent, and he didn't seem to be shaken by such stimulation.

She didn't get an answer, so she had no choice but to continue cleaning the wound, cleaning up the blood by the way.Just seeing such a wound, Qianqiu felt that his own arm was throbbing, but Mr. Yunque seemed to be fine. He didn't know whether he was used to such things or had enough endurance.No matter which one it is, it makes her feel incredible, but she also faintly feels that such a dangerous world is not something she can get involved in.

"Keep the wound clean and dry, don't touch foreign objects... and don't touch water, change the dressing in time, and I will choose food that is suitable for wound healing. And most importantly, Mr. Skylark must take good care of his body , you can’t make any more big movements—” After taking the medicine, Qianqiu carefully wrapped the gauze little by little, while chattering about the recovery of the wound.

Qianqiu's technique of wrapping gauze can be said to be familiar, but considering such scars, Qianqiu can only do his best to lighten the strength on his hand, and patiently wrap the bandage little by little, covering his arm neatly.

"What kind of thing can cause such a wound...Really, even if you are performing a mission, you still have to be careful in everything...otherwise it will make people worry..." Qianqiu suddenly stopped, and stopped talking like It's like nagging words.

Even if she doesn't need to mention the maintenance of the wound, Mr. Skylark must know, perhaps better than her.And the dangers of the mafia world are beyond her imagination, and it may be commonplace to fall into such a wound. For her, such nagging orders seem to be overstepped.

And...worried about...

Qianqiu raised her head in fear, but Mr. Yunque just kept looking at her quietly, his phoenix eyes flying into his temples were like low-key and gorgeous black gems, deep and unfathomable.

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