The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

After an unknown amount of time, there was no movement outside. Just as the little girl was about to get up, the lid of the trash can above her head was suddenly opened!

The little girl turned pale with fright and fell back down again.

A handsome face appeared above, with beautiful eyebrows and eyes, especially the pair of dark eyes, which were like the bright moon in the world. Even in the dim light, it was difficult to hide the cold and beautiful color. Facing the girl's frightened gaze, the boy was slightly stunned for a moment, and his eyes returned to indifference. He reached out and picked up the empty water bottle beside her, and then covered it with the lid.

The footsteps approached again. The girl heard the two people turning back and asked the boy if he had seen a little girl in a princess dress. The boy remained silent.

"Could he be a mute?" said the fat man.

Another trafficker pulled the fat man over and said with his back to him: "Since that brat has escaped, why not use him as his replacement? Even though he's mute, he's still a boy and he looks cute."

Then the girl heard the boy whisper, "Get lost! Don't touch me!"

Then, there was the sound of something falling heavily to the ground, and the painful howls of two people broke the silent alley of the urban village.

"Monster, monster! Run!"

The two men's terrified shouts and hurried footsteps quickly led them away.

The little girl stuck her head out and looked around. There was no one else except the little boy. Where did the monster come from? The handsome brother didn't look like a monster either.

She quickly climbed out of the trash can, caught up with the little boy who was carrying a large bag of mineral water bottles, and asked him innocently, "Brother, did you chase those two uncles away?"

The boy ignored her and walked straight ahead.

"You are so awesome!" For some reason, the little girl was not afraid at all when she followed him. Instead, she felt a lot more relaxed. She looked at the boy with admiration in her eyes, "Can you come home with me and help me beat the bad guys away?"

The boy stopped and looked at her coldly: "Aren't you afraid that I'm a bad guy?"

"You are so good-looking, you must not be a bad person!"

"..., don't follow me." The boy said coldly and continued walking forward.

Suddenly, a ghost covered in blood appeared nearby. The little girl was so frightened that she rushed forward and hugged the boy's arm, trembling, "Brother, there is a ghost!"

The boy looked back, never expecting that the girl could see ghosts. He paused and said coldly, "Don't touch me."

Unexpectedly, the girl was quite strong, and he had to exert some effort to shake off her hand.

The girl looked at the back of the man who was a head taller than her. She felt aggrieved and pursed her lips to hold back her tears. The tears were hanging in her eyes and were about to fall. But when she looked at the completely unfamiliar environment around her, the dark alleys that twisted and turned like a poisonous snake, she became even more afraid and had to follow him carefully again.

After a long time, the boy found that the little girl was still following him, and from time to time she would imitate him, looking for water bottles in the trash can, putting them into his bag, and then timidly retreating behind him.

She was wearing a skirt in the middle of winter, her eyes were red, her nose was also frozen red, like a little rabbit, looking pitiful. The boy's heart seemed to be stabbed by something, and it softened.

"I'll take you to the police station," said the boy.

"Police station?" The girl ran to him excitedly and asked happily, "Is it my brother's house?"

"..." The boy paused, a little speechless, trying hard to suppress the urge to call you an idiot, and replied expressionlessly, "Take you to the police station, and you can find a policeman to take you home."

When the little girl heard that she had to go home, she burst into tears and her voice was full of fear: "I don't want to go home! There are bad people at home bullying me! I don't want to go home!"

The little girl hugged the boy's arm tightly, as if she was afraid that someone would take her away.

"... Then tell the police why you are talking about me."

The little girl burst into tears: "I, I only know you. You have to help me beat the bad guys away, so I can go home."

The boy didn't know what she had been through, he just knew she was very difficult to deal with, he used some strength to pull his arm out: "You are so strong, fight yourself."

The girl was crying and looked very pitiful, but she said to him very seriously: "But, but grandpa said that girls should be reserved and not hit others."

I didn't want to get entangled with her, but looking at her well-behaved and silly appearance, I still couldn't bear to do it.

The boy said in a cold voice: "You must learn to protect yourself first, idiot."

The little girl pursed her lips tightly, holding back her tears, looking stubborn and pitiful. Then she turned around and went to a nearby trash can, rummaging around, throwing out trash that flew everywhere. Fortunately, the boy dodged in time, otherwise it would have hit him on the head.

"What are you doing!" the boy asked in a harsh voice, holding his breath.

"Pick up bottles. Only if you pick up more bottles can you be as good as your brother!" The little girl said in a firm and serious tone.

"..." The boy was angry and speechless. Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?

He turned around and was about to leave, not wanting to pay any more attention to her, when he suddenly heard the person behind him start crying again.

"..." The boy turned around and asked, "What happened again!"

The girl held the water bottle in one hand and raised her other hand. There was an obvious red cut on her finger, which was obviously scratched when she was rummaging. She cried to him: "It hurts... wuwuwuwu!"

The noise made his head hurt. How could someone cry so much?

The boy took a deep breath and suppressed his anger, and said coldly: "Stop crying."

The little girl didn't listen and her nose turned red from the cold and bubbles of snot came out of it from crying.

"..." The boy was helpless, "I'll take you back to clean your wound."

The girl sobbed, her shoulders shrugged, and asked him, "Brother, is this your home?"

"That's it."

As soon as she finished speaking, the crying stopped immediately, and her beautiful big eyes just stared at him, as if telling him not to lie.

boy:"……"

On the way home, the girl looked at him, her almond-shaped eyes were clear and pure, with an innocent smile in them: "Brother, my name is Mu Qianxi. Mom said my name came from the Book of Songs, em... what Qianxi... I can't remember."

"She has a charming smile and beautiful eyes."

"It seems so! Wow! Brother is so awesome!"

"..."

"What's your brother's name?"

The boy paused after hearing this, his expression unclear, and his voice sounded even colder in the quiet night: "I don't have a name."