C9 (1/2)

I had a nice hot bath.

He let out a long breath and fell onto the soft bed.

The man closed his eyes comfortably.

It was only this sort of time that belonged to him.

He habitually lifted the quilt next to him, but when he tugged on it, it didn't budge at all.

Huo Ting Dong narrowed his eyes.

What was going on? Ghost press?

”Uncle, you just returned.”

A sleeping head poked out of a raised quilt.

Huo Tinton couldn't help but jump off the bed.

His speed was comparable to a sprinter's.

”Haha …” When the little girl saw his reaction, she immediately giggled and pointed at him. ”Why are you so cowardly? Look at how scared you are!”

”Shut up!” The man became angry from embarrassment. He had never felt so ashamed in his life.

”Shame.” The little girl was no longer sleepy after being disturbed like this. She half-knelt on the bed and pointed at the little bear in her arms. ”Even Qi Qi Seven wouldn't be scared to the point of jumping.”

Nonsense, if a lousy teddy bear was really that scared, then it would be worth it.

”Why are you sleeping here again?”

When Ye Jinxin heard his question, she immediately quieted down.

Even though she was young, she knew that this person didn't like her sleeping here.

”I... ”I …” The little girl rolled her eyes and suddenly said, ”Uncle, you must be tired. Let's give you a beating on the back with the heart. Mom said that with the heart, a hammer on the back is the most comfortable.”

Hodan was stunned.

Wasn't her mother schizophrenic? Didn't he say that he had beaten her up until her entire body was covered with wounds? How could she speak of her mother so freely?

Was this child heartless, or was he ambitious?

Ye Jinxin saw Huo Tindong's silence and guessed that his little trick must have been seen through by him.

Since he didn't like to be beaten on the back, he would have to kick her out with Qi Qi later.

That is to say, she still wanted to sleep alone with 77 and 7 in that large, empty and terrifying house.

Just as she was about to lower her head in frustration, Huo Tindong suddenly said, ”Come here.”

The child drooped his head and dejectedly asked, ”What?”

”Aren't you going to give me a good beating?”

”Huh?” After reacting, the child suddenly raised his head and nodded his head like a chick dipping into rice, crawling over with a sweet smile.

Huo Tinton's shoulder was as hard as stone. The soft strength of the little girl was almost like cotton hitting a rock.

”Uncle, are you comfortable?”

”Not bad.”

”Then how about I massage your shoulders?”

The kneading of a child's shoulder was using all the strength he could muster.

The hammer was okay, but this pinch began to hurt.

”Alright, alright.” The man brushed his hands away from his back. Angele turned around and grabbed the girl's waist, letting her sit on his lap.