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Bai Hong was woken up abruptly.

Ribs hurt, and it was difficult to breathe. The girl struggled to open her eyes, and when she lowered her head, she faced a fluffy snow-white head.

Gojo Wu's sleeping face is quiet and peaceful, the pure white eyelashes like the first snow cover the six eyes like ice beads, trembling slightly with the pace of breathing, without the condescending indifference of being sober, the boy's face at this moment Finally, he has the cute and endearing appearance that he should have at his age.

If other adult women were here, no matter how cold and hard-hearted they are, they would not be able to bear the flood of maternal love when they saw this face, wouldn't they be moved?

But Bai Hong, who was treated as a humanoid pillow and almost strangled to death, was not moved at all.

... What are you doing, master, master.

□□It is a different price. Thank you!

The boy's body temperature was significantly lower than his own, and the sleeping Gojo Satoru was quite well-behaved, and the gentle and peaceful sleeping face was absolutely pleasing to the eye, but human's greedy and warm instinct still made his cold hands and feet entangled On Baihong's body, those seemingly thin arms were tightly hugging the girl's ribs at this moment, and they were also the chief culprit that made her wake up again and again from nightmares.

At such a time, Baihong would rather he was a cat. Anyway, a cat can only be a ball at most, no matter how heavy it is, it will only press down on people's chest, and it's fine to pull it aside; but living people are different, the young master of the Wutiao family She usually looks like she has thin arms and legs and is picky about eating, but when she was asleep, her two thin arms were like two iron hoops, and she couldn't even twitch when strangling her.

Should it be said that he is a genius of the conjurer family... Why is he so difficult to deal with when he falls asleep, who usually looks harmless? ? ?

The boy was in a deep sleep, and when he noticed that the guy in his arms suddenly started to struggle, he subconsciously frowned, and his arms tightened.

Bai Hong struggled to no avail, so he had no choice but to let go of his subconsciously tense body, and by the way raised his hand to pat the boy's back regularly, so that he could return to a peaceful sleep as much as possible.

The arm holding his ribs finally gradually relaxed, and Bai Hong also heaved a sigh of relief.

... brat.

She sighed helplessly, and rubbed her head, which seemed to feel very good in her arms. A child's hair is much softer and smoother. The moment her short hair slipped through her fingers, she suddenly understood why so many people are keen on killing their heads. Bai Hong couldn't help but rubbed him a few more times while he was asleep. As he rubbed, he felt a slight change in his originally steady and long breathing rate, as if he was about to wake up.

As soon as she stopped moving her hands, she saw the boy who had buried herself in her arms open his eyes in a daze, the six ice blue eyes wrapped in a hazy sleepiness looked up at that moment, innocent and lovely , even Bai Hong, who was used to Wujo Wu's exquisite appearance, couldn't help being stunned for a while.

Naturally, the boy didn't miss her momentary daze, and a certain sense of surprise, joy and satisfaction instantly replaced the original ignorance in her eyes when she woke up.

Ah, the angel is gone.

Bai Hong thought with a blank face.

Gojo Satoru's stunningly beautiful six eyes immediately curved up in joy, his voice still had the subtle hoarseness unique to just waking up, the docile and cute little angel's appearance when he was asleep disappeared, and the triumphant little devil looked up and couldn't wait He asked eagerly: "What's the matter, what's the matter, I'm too good-looking so I'm dumbfounded?"

Bai Hong was silent for a moment.

Do you want to admit it at this time?That is impossible, it is impossible to kill him.

...Speaking of it, it is disgusting to admit that it is too disgusting to be dumbfounded, so let's beat him to death first.

Taking advantage of the relaxation of his arms when he woke up, the girl suddenly pulled out the pillow with her backhand and pressed it directly on Gojo Satoru's face!Wutiao Satoru, who had been bullied many times, had a very quick reflex, grabbed Bai Hong's collar randomly and pulled it down, Bai Hong was startled, and instinctively wanted to jump up!

Don't try to fuck me!

As a result, the two people who were busy fighting with their upper bodies forgot that Wu Wu's calves under the quilt were still pressing Baihong's calves. The girl only cared about her ribs that were hurting from being strangled, and she didn't realize that her legs were already numb from the pressure. I have already lost my intuition, and when I raised my body reflexively at this moment, a feeling of numbness like an electric shock surged all over my body along my calf, straight down my spine——

Gan!The girl was shocked and angry, completely numb!

The soft and warm quilt has long been entangled in the battle, and the originally happy resting place has now become the biggest obstacle to trapping the body. Bai Hong tried his best to control the instant numbness and soreness of his body, and his body swayed , Seeing that he was about to throw himself on the cold hard floor aside.

Next to the bed is an ancient and heavy solid wood sculpture, which is a beautiful bird shape. The bird's wings are stretched and its head is high.

——The edge of the bird's wing is thin and delicate, and the craftsman carefully carved the outline of the feather according to the characteristics of the feather.

Gojo Satoru, who was gloating at her dangling back and forth at first, saw the shelf next to Baihong, and the position where she swayed and fell down coincidentally happened to be where the wings of the flying bird sculpture stretched, and the smile on the corner of her mouth suddenly froze, Reflexively, she rushed over and reached out to block her head!

"Well!"

It's just that the strength of the five-year-old boy is not much. The moment he pounced on him, not only failed to catch the fallen Baihong, but because the legs wrapped in the quilt restricted his movement, his whole body also fell on the girl's body. Body——Fortunately, at the critical moment, his hand covered the back of Baihong's head in time, and the back of the boy's thin white hand was scratched to the point where the sharp edge of the bird's wing wood carving was dripping with blood, and the moment the two children both fell to the floor Wujo Wu's hand was still protecting Baihong's head, the wound was suddenly pressed, hissing in pain and gasping for air.

Bai Hong was stunned for a moment, and immediately frowned and got up, turning around to see Wu Tiao Wu Xibai's bloody and pitiful appearance, he even lowered his voice, extremely nervous: "What's going on, you got scratched just now?"

In fact, this level is nothing to the children of the magician family.

Wutiao Wutian is a genius, even if he has not yet manifested the spell, he already has a vague understanding of the basic law of the operation of the spell. Just now, the body's instinctive operation of the spell has protected his hand. The injury is actually pitifully light, but he has not yet drawn Tiao's open palm is small, and because of the porcelain white skin, the blood color is thicker, the appearance of cutting the wound is always more tragic than ordinary people.

The boy opened his mouth, just about to laugh at Bai Hong's appearance just now, but saw the girl with disheveled hair and a flustered posture focused on looking down at the back of his hand, holding her hands carefully at a distance, her eyes rarely showing nervous love Tenderness, a mocking expression hadn't formed on Gojo Wu's mouth, but it turned into pitiful grievance the moment she looked over.

"……ow."

The boy lowered his head and whispered to her.

He didn't feel any pain from this kind of minor injury, but fortunately, he had a very good appearance, lowered his voice and lowered his eyelashes to cover his eyes, which made him look a bit pitiful.

Wutiao Wu hid his other hand under his sleeve, waiting for Bai Hong to bring his doubts over, the hand hidden underneath could immediately grab her and throw her to the ground——if you don’t give this girl some flair, you won’t remember Who is the head of the house!

"It needs to be dealt with."

Bai Hong stared at the back of Gojo Wu's hand and frowned, suddenly jumped up and ran directly to the door, calling for the maid in a series of voices, and begged for gauze and ointment for trauma.

When she figured out that it was not Bai Hong who needed it but the young master, the gentle and dignified maid was really stunned for a long time before she got the things as she said.

But... that's Gojo Satoru.

How could Master Wu get hurt?

They looked at Bai Hong in a daze, as if behind the name was not a five-year-old boy, but some god who could remain perfect and flawless forever, without thinking that he would get hurt too fact.

"He scratched the back of his hand." Bai Hong replied, "It's my fault."

"Ah, that's it." The maids seemed to be indifferent, "Miss Bai Hong actually doesn't need to worry about it, Master Wu will heal after a while."

This reaction was really beyond Baihong's expectation. She was originally praised by everyone as Wutiaowu's excellent aptitude, but now she felt that the child's environment was slightly different from her conception.

"Then bring it to me."

Bai Hong said.

"Huh?" The maids were still a little dazed.

The girl didn't know when to grab a piece of the paper knife from the desk next to her. She nodded and turned sideways slightly, with her hands behind her back, and the blade slashed across her palm without blinking, and blood dripped down her fingers. Tick-tock dyed the hem of her clothes behind her back, the girl remained calm and showed the wound on her palm to the other party.

"I was injured too, I can't let dirty blood flow everywhere."

"Is Miss Baihong injured?" Kui hurried over from a distance, frowning slightly: "Please wait a moment, I'll go get the ointment right away."

***

The ointment sent by the maid exuded a mild herbal aroma. Bai Hong stared at the box of light green ointment, wiped a little bit of it with his little finger and tasted it on the tip of his tongue. It was an ordinary herbal ointment for trauma, without any special additives. .

After confirming that there was no problem, Bai Hong then took the time to wrap the gauze around his own hand with one hand, bit the other end with his teeth, and wrapped up his wound neatly. After confirming that the blood would not overflow, he took the thing to look for it. Wujo Wu.

When she was testing the medicine by herself, Gojo Satoru was watching her not far away. At this time, the wound on the back of her hand had a faint tendency to heal.Without even looking at it, the boy poked open a wound that had healed slightly, and fresh blood immediately covered the back of his pale hand.

He raised his hand and called her with a bit of grievance: "Bai Hong, I'm in so much pain."

The girl ran back with her things, ointment, gauze, and a basin of clean water at a suitable temperature.

"Be patient."

Her voice has never been so gentle, she grabbed his injured hand and submerged into the water, and the other hand also went deep into the water, carefully wiped off the blood stains on the back of his hand, and then lifted the boy's thin white palm out of the water , wipe off the water droplets on it.

Bai Hong held Gojo Satoru's wrist with gauze-wrapped hands, the cotton gauze pressed against his skin was soft and clean, but at this moment the boy felt that it was suddenly rough and annoying.

"Take it easy, it hurts so much~" he yelled aggrievedly, repeating this word and sentence over and over again, the other party responded tirelessly, his thick and curled eyelashes drooped slightly, and he never looked away from the beginning to the end. Focus on the wound on Gojo Satoru's hand.

He stared at Bai Hong's side face, and was a little dazed.

The hand that she didn't feel much at first was held so carefully by her, the pain that she never cared about seemed to spread on the back of the hand, and the soreness and numbness spread all over the body.

The boy was holding her hand, and suddenly felt a sincere grievance. He stared at her gauze-wrapped hand again, struggled to show his sincerity, and asked awkwardly, "Doesn't it hurt you?"

"I am used to it."

Baihong replied without raising his head.

Anyway, no matter which life she has experienced, she has never felt a truly stable life, and this level is not a problem.

The girl unscrewed the jar of the ointment, thinking that this is still an ignorant child, no more experienced than herself, and probably has never suffered a loss or injury, and her eyes softened a lot when she looked at Gojo Wu .She held that hand and blew gently on the wound, and dabbed a little ointment on her fingertips and applied it on the side of the wound, the force would not be stronger than that of a feather falling down.

"Young master, bear with it."

She put gauze on the wound on the back of Gojo Satoru's hand, and her movements were much gentler than when she wrapped it around her palm in a simple and rough manner. "Fortunately, the wound is not deep. Although it looks exaggerated, it should heal soon."

Gojo Satoru looked at the back of his hand that had been carefully bandaged, and then looked up at Bai Hong who was packing up.

The technique of wrapping the gauze on her palm was much rougher than her own, a tiny bit of red blurred silently in the girl's palm, making the gauze whiter and more dazzling.

Bai Hong left the room with the things in his hand. He sat there in a daze for a while, then got up a little panicked and ran out, hurriedly following Bai Hong who returned the ointment to the maid.

The young master of the Wutiao family is simply a mobile terrifying weapon. The maid who was still chatting softly with Bai Hong immediately retreated with trepidation on her face, leaving Bai Hong looking at her with her head down and following him with a confused face. The boy behind him didn't say anything or do anything, Bai Hong didn't see those arrogant and beautiful blue eyes when he turned his head, only met a little white furry head obediently lowered.

Bai Hong: ...

From the moment she came here to the present, this little ancestor has never been so obedient as long as she keeps her eyes open, except for the false cuteness she showed when she was asleep.

But staring at the furry top of the head, Bai Hong couldn't lift it up when she said something in that tone, her tone softened unconsciously, and she asked helplessly, "...what's the matter?"

Gojo Satoru didn't speak, his fingers lightly hooked Baihong's palm.

... not angry.

Gojo Satoru tentatively touched her with his fingertips, Bai Hong frowned slightly but did not refuse, the boy paused, and immediately wrapped his fingers around her.

"...my wound hurts."

His voice was as thin as a mosquito explaining, but he was still justifiably upset: "I'm only five years old!"

"...Do you still remember that you were five years old." Bai Hong couldn't help but show a mocking expression to such a pitiful face, and hooked his fingers backwards on the other's gauze-wrapped palm, and immediately felt the boy's nervousness in his palm. flick.

"... Hong," the boy called her by her first name without any hesitation, took a step forward, and put his gauze-wrapped hand in front of her eyes: "My hand hurts so much."

Got a wound?

She frowned, leaned over to hold the other's injured palm, and gently blew on the back of Gojo Wu's hand.

"It's okay, it won't hurt if you blow it."

"……Um."

The boy blushed obediently and nodded obediently. The moment his hands were put down, his fingers naturally moved up and inserted between Bai Hong's fingers. The faces of the passing attendants were filled with despair and horror as if seeing the end of the world.

"...Don't take the opportunity to mess around."

At the moment of being held by him, Bai Hong's palm froze for a long time and finally did not break free. She reminded her with a suppressed voice, but the girl's follow-up glance was mostly helpless, not threatening.

"I didn't."

The boy pursed his mouth, and his six ice-blue eyes were crystal clear. At first glance, it seemed that he was really covered with mist: "I was hurt because of you, and you are still attacking me."

Bai Hong: ...

...Cheng Chengcheng, let's pull it.

She gave up on herself.

The author has something to say: I revised the outline yesterday, the overall change is not big, and it will be updated normally~