The end game [Zhongyingmei]

With a "click", Alfred stuck a piece of ice on Sisley's forehead.

Sisley:!

She let go of her hand in a daze, still holding a thermometer in her mouth, her disheveled forehead hair slowly wilted, lying limply on the edge of the ice sticker, looking pitiful and funny.

"One hundred and one degrees Fahrenheit." The silver-haired old butler straightened his waist, read the number on it, and then patted the top of Sisley's head, signaling Sisley to open her mouth.

The latter seemed to think about it for a while from the burning brain, and then slowly loosened his clenched teeth, and spat out the thermometer into Alfred's palm again.

The silver-haired old butler picked it up, disinfected the surface with alcohol, and put it back into the box.

When everything was done, he stood up and put the box back in the closet while casting a disapproving look at Bruce who was standing by the door of the room.

Bruce's eyes dimmed and he lowered his eyes.

——————Scared his daughter to the point of fever, no matter what country, age, or identity the father is, he is a failed father.

"My... ears... hurt..."

Half asleep and half awake, Sisley frowned and spoke vaguely.

She began to tremble slightly in the chair. Alfred went to the refrigerator to get a cold towel, and Bruce rushed up to lift Sisley, who had started to slide infinitely, back to the seat.

Suddenly being pinched by the back of Fate's neck, Sisley struggled stiffly in the air, then gave up resistance and became a little salty fish with an empty head.

"The temple hurts."

She whispered.

————The hands holding her were strong and cold, as if they would always hold her properly.

As soon as she finished speaking, the owner of the hand paused before putting her back in the seat.After a few seconds, Sisley suddenly felt that a bone-piercing cold approached her red-hot earlobe, dispelling the heat that was burning more and more on it.

"...the other side, the other side, it hurts too..."

She stretched the gap between her eyebrows first, clung to her old father's fist like a fool and refused to let go, buried her face in it, and rubbed it back and forth, leaving only the other ear that was bleeding red protruding from the gap in the black hair.

As long as Bruce looked down, he could see his little daughter's brightly burned cheeks, chapped pale lips, and thin fingers clenched tightly into his fist, trying to squeeze themselves into it.

————It is said to hold tightly, but in fact, Bruce can get out of that pitifully weak confinement as long as he struggles.

"........."

Without saying a word, he just put his other hand on Sisley's ear.

Her carotid artery was unsuspectingly attached to his arm, trembling in such a regular and small range, like a bird shivering in the cold night, its bones would break when broken.

In the living room, the tall black-haired man silently embraced his little daughter, the tree shadows were like waves like waves, and the lights were extremely dim.

For a moment, the room was as quiet as a tomb.

Bruce patted Sisley's back lightly, and moved his lips silently the moment he looked into the half-closed ice blue eyes.

"........."

————Alfred saw this scene when he pushed the door and entered.

The silver-haired old butler walked to the chair, and saved one of Bruce's hands from Sisley's claws, and replaced it with a cooler and larger towel.

As soon as the towel was placed on her ears, Sisley shivered slightly from the ice, but this coldness quickly turned into a comfortable coolness, making her irresistibly fall asleep.

"It's time for Miss Sisley to go back to her room and go to bed."

Alfred stared at the girl's peaceful sleeping face in the light, and said in a low voice.

"It's been a long day for her and she needs rest more than ever."

"I'll take her back."

Bruce said in a low voice.

In the dim light, the silver-haired old butler stared at Bruce for a long time.

"When disciplining children, different children react differently, Master Bruce." Alfred's voice sounded in the room, "I believe you should have a ruler in your heart."

"........."

Bruce still didn't answer.

When he raised his eyes, those steel-blue eyes were illuminated by the light into a clear azure blue, while on the half not illuminated by the light, his eyes looked extremely deep and extremely sad.

As he easily picked up Sisley and walked towards the door of the room, that hallucinatory emotion also disappeared completely as the lights faded from his face.

"Calm" has once again become an unbreakable layer of armor on Bruce's handsome face, preventing anyone from prying into his thoughts.

Sisley lay silently in the arms of the old father, her hands and feet hanging limply, like a fluffy doll.

On her forehead Alfred had pasted a rather cute icicle of a sun, a rainbow, little sunflowers and a sky blue polka-dot bow, which was far, far away and didn't exist in Gotham summer.

Bruce's thoughts were racing, but he stomped on the hallway carpet without making a sound.

Sisley's room door was ajar, he knocked open the door lightly with his elbow, and walked to her messy big bed.

It was so full of pillows that it seemed the perpetrators were trying to build a pillow igloo out of them and failed epically.

Bruce's eyes were complicated, "..."

After seeing the ruins of the pillow igloo that a three-year-old couldn't build, Bruce felt better unexpectedly, and gently put Sisley into the quilt on her side.

The black-haired and blue-eyed girl was a small ball, her forehead was completely covered by an ice patch, and two funny and pitiful towels were wrapped around her ears. She was wrapped in a thick quilt, making her look even petite.

She hung one hand down the edge of the bed, her skin was as pale as a layer of paper under the light, and her blood vessels could even be seen through some places.

Bruce caught that hand back under the quilt and pressed her down, then straightened up again, and circled the furnishings in one side of the room.

Since he completely handed over this place to Sisley, the furnishings here have been affected and changed over time. Compared with the previous feeling, it is obviously integrated into Sisley's own personality.

In addition to the ubiquitous dried flowers in the room, in the original book corner, Sisley also got a few transparent threads from the ceiling, and hung a pot of native plants on those transparent threads, letting them grow wantonly until those The beautiful and delicate green vines hang down to a height of [-] to [-] centimeters above the ground, forming a natural curtain.

However, as long as Bruce looked at those vines, the image of Poison Ivy and her vicious and terrifying kisses would automatically pop up in his mind.

He frowned, trying to keep his eyes away from thinking about those weird things.

In the corner, Sisley also bought herself a low log table. Bruce would not ask Sisley's purchase records, let alone limit her pocket money. He casually glanced at that table, his gaze Suddenly froze.

On that table, there are two small cups standing opposite each other.

However, neither Ken nor Mephisto had visited Wayne Manor for some time.

Standing in the middle of the room, Bruce stared at Sisley's peaceful sleeping face, turned his head, and walked to the small table.

The two small cups were only half the size of Bruce's palm, and both of them had once contained some kind of citrus-scented liquid.

Walking to the low table, Bruce gently pulled the velvet curtain that blocked the light, and he saw the situation behind.

———————————— It was an extremely exquisite and beautiful doll house, almost half the height of a person, it was not so much a simple villa as it was the size of a mansion.

Two antique dolls, thirty to forty centimeters high, were sitting on the "lawn". They were beautifully decorated with lace, gemstones and silk, and they were wearing eighteenth-century Crenolin skirts, as if preparing for a picnic.

And on the dining table in front of the two dolls, besides exquisite imitation food, there are also two small cups that Bruce is familiar with, one left and one right facing each other.

Bruce fell into a tactical silence, "..."

———————It turned out that I was just playing house.

After carefully observing the doll's house, he stood up again, pulled back the velvet curtain, and while thinking about the Christmas gift he could give Sisley this year, he couldn't help but feel a sense of old The unique sadness of the father.

In two or three years, his youngest daughter will grow into a young lady in the true sense. She will see the darkness and dampness of the world, and face the eyes and coaxing of those who are particularly coveted by her.

But after missing teaching her for 15 years, Sisley's heart is as pure as a blank sheet of paper, filled with the soul of a child.

———————She is just a child, she wants to go to the amusement park, she wants to get into a house made of pillows, she wants to play house, she wants to play with her friends.

"........."

Bruce walked to Sisley's window, felt Sisley's temperature, confirmed that the cold towel was still lower than his body temperature, then dimmed the night light, and leaned over.

The night was windy and damp, and he left a kiss lighter than a feather on Sisley's forehead.

The light dragged Bruce's shadow, and he walked towards the door, which slammed shut with a soft slam.

For about 30 seconds, there was nothing in the bedroom except Sisley's even breathing.

After the sound of Bruce walking completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, a big hand slowly stretched out from the bottom of Sisley's bed holding the handle of the knife.

After a while, Ken crawled out from the shadow under the bed, calmly picked up the knife, and patted his overalls.

He walked to Sisley's bedside, leaned towards her with a masked face, hovered in the air for a moment with his big hands, and slowly put them on her snow-white and tender neck.

——————— This scene is not much better than that of classic horror movies.

However, in fact, it was because the old father packed Sisley too tightly, and the older Sisley couldn't find any other places where she could share memories with Sisley's body.

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The moment the skin touched, Sisley's drowsiness was immediately washed away, and even the uncomfortable feeling of having a fever was mostly washed away by Ken's consciousness.

"How do you—"

she asked in a daze.

———I came back with you.

Ken's mind was blowing calmly over Sisley's smeared thoughts.

"A doll's house?"

Sisley read something wonderful from his memory, and immediately asked.

The tall man took off his mask, and his blond hair fell to the sides of his face.

He stretched out his arms to pick Sisley up, led her to the side of the low table, and opened the velvet curtain.

————— You forgot to collect the teacup with Mephisto, so I made up for it temporarily.

The night wind in the mountains and forests blows, his consciousness is deep and peaceful.

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Sisley shouted immediately.

She happily threw herself on the other side, like a piece of super glue that couldn't be torn off, and kissed the other side's face with a "boo ji".