The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

After Ling Xin came back, she saw her daughter talking to Leng Che with a smile on her face, and she knew that they had reconciled.

In that "home", she had done all the dirty and tiring work since she was a child. She was the glamorous young lady of the Ling family, but in fact, she lived a life worse than a servant. After meeting Mu Feng, she was spoiled into a "vase", and he was reluctant to let her touch cold water, and even never let her do trivial things like washing dishes. Just like today, she went into the kitchen to help him, but even though he was busy, he just asked her for a hug and sent her to watch TV.

"Daughter! Come to the kitchen and take out the garbage!"

Hearing her father's voice calling from the kitchen, Mu Qianxi reluctantly got up from Leng Che and ran out excitedly to throw away the garbage.

"Xiao Xi is just like that, noisy and can chatter endlessly. If you are annoyed by her, you can tell us." Ling Xin said.

Leng Che said without hesitation: "It didn't bother me. Qianxi is lively and cheerful, and brings me a lot of fun."

Her appearance brought many changes and surprises to his unchanging life, just like the bright and hot sunshine suddenly breaking into the impenetrable dark forest.

Recently he found that he seemed to be becoming more and more dependent on that ray of sunshine.

When Ling Xin was wondering why Mu Qianxi hadn't come back for so long after taking out the trash, the sound of her crying came from outside the half-open door.

"Dad, Mom, it hurts! Uwaa ...

Leng Che's pupils trembled when he heard the voice, and he almost immediately stood up and rushed out. As soon as he opened the door, he saw her crying and limping to the center of the yard. Looking down, her feet in slippers were exposed to the cold air and had turned red. There was a bloody scratch on the slender ankle of her right foot, which was bright and eye-catching.

As soon as she saw him, Mu Qianxi's tears flowed out like a flood, and she cried even harder.

"Leng Che, my feet hurt... wuwu..."

Mu Qianxi choked a few times before she could finish her words. Her face was covered with tears and red from the cold wind. The wild cat that had just been so aggressive and wanted to bully people was now crying and gasping for breath, looking extremely pitiful.

Leng Che was startled by her appearance, and felt as if his heart was run over by a wheel. He hurried forward and squatted to check her wound.

Fortunately, the wound was not very deep.

Leng Che finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What happened?" His eyes were full of heartache. He stood up to wipe her tears, but found that her face was ice cold and his heart was even more uncomfortable.

"No, I don't know which bastard piled the cardboard next to the trash can, and I scratched it when I passed by. It's so abominable. I'm going to sell his cardboard! Sell it all! Wow! My feet hurt!" Mu Qianxi cried and got angry, looking both aggrieved and funny.

Ling Xin and Mu Feng, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, heard what had happened. Ling Xin felt distressed and angry: "Who told you to always run outside in flip-flops just to save trouble? You still do this in the middle of winter! Go back and clean your wounds!"

"My dear daughter, don't cry. Go back and clean the wound first. I'll go out and stomp those broken cardboards for you later!" Mu Feng was so anxious that he ran out of the kitchen without even having time to wash his hands. It was not appropriate for him to interfere with her since his hands were still dirty.

"My feet are frozen, frozen, I can't walk anymore..." Mu Qianxi cried so hard that her shoulders were shaking. With tearful eyes, she stretched out her hands to Leng Che, "I want a hug."

Leng Che didn't hesitate, picked her up and strode into the house.

Mu Qianxi hugged his neck and put her face on his shoulder, like a whimpering kitten. Her voice was extremely aggrieved, and her body was shaking from crying: "Leng Che, my feet, my feet are bleeding, it hurts so much."

"I know." He answered her in a low voice, his voice a little hoarse but exceptionally soft.

Leng Che carried her into the bathroom and gently placed her on the sink. He then turned on the faucet to test the water temperature, put her feet under the running warm water, warmed her feet, and washed her wounds.

Her feet were so small, white and tender that they seemed like they could be crushed with a little force. Leng Che tried his best to slow down his movements, being extremely careful and gentle, fearing that he would hurt her if he used too much force.

The temperature of her feet gradually returned to normal and she felt much more comfortable. Mu Qianxi watched him silently, attentively and gently cleaning her wounds, and her tears fell even more fiercely without her noticing.

He was always very nice to her, letting her lose her temper with him and do whatever she wanted to him.

If he had been here last night, it would have been much better. With his comfort, the pain wouldn’t have been so severe when the poison took effect.

But he is so good, how could she bear to let him go.

Thinking of this, I felt even more sad and aggrieved, and I couldn't help but cry even harder.

Leng Che was startled, and his hand movements also stopped. When his eyes met her tearful face, his eyes changed color, and a bit of panic flashed in his eyes.

"Did I hurt you?" His voice trembled slightly when he spoke.

Mu Qianxi sobbed a few times, shook her head, and then pursed her lips to try to hold back her tears, but she couldn't hold back for more than three seconds before she burst into tears. The emotions that she had been holding back since last night had actually been hidden in her heart, but now that there was a small gap because of his gentleness, all of them poured out.

Leng Che was completely panicked: "Hey, Mu Qianxi, why are you shaking your head and crying? I, I really didn't use any force."

But she was still crying.

"Is the water flow too strong?" He frantically tried to adjust the water flow. When he looked up at her again, he found that she was still looking at him and crying.

Her tears seemed to hit his heart without a drop missing, squeezing the oxygen out of his heart bit by bit, making him gradually unable to breathe.

He didn't know why she was crying and thought he might have done something wrong and made her cry again, but he was so stupid that he couldn't even find the reason.

What's the point of being able to solve Olympiad questions when you can't even figure out her thoughts? He cursed himself in his heart, feeling very anxious and annoyed.

Leng Che was panicked and didn't know what to do, so he simply apologized to her in a hoarse voice: "I was wrong, it's my fault, please don't cry, okay?"

“Is the water temperature not suitable?”

"Or is it because I showed up too late, leaving you crying alone for so long? I'm sorry, I should have run faster..."

"Or is it because I didn't let you continue to touch it?" He anxiously pulled down the collar of his sweater, revealing his Adam's apple, which rolled up and down sexily as he spoke, and coaxed her in a hoarse voice, "Then, then I won't stop you anymore in the future, you can do whatever you want to it. Stop crying, okay?"

Leng Che never expected that he, who had always been a god-like writer, would one day be blinded by the answer.

However, he didn't know that the opposite was true. It wasn't that he didn't do well enough, but that the better he treated her, the more she wanted to cry.

Hearing his last words, Mu Qianxi was so frightened that she even forgot to cry. She never expected that he would think this way, but fortunately, she was extremely bold, and this pie in the sky was exactly what she wanted.

His Adam's apple was extremely sexy, and it was extremely attractive to her. So Mu Qianxi went with the flow and asked, "Really?"

She looked straight at him, her almond-shaped eyes still filled with tears.

Guessed it right? Was that why she cried so hard? Leng Che thought.

Although he felt ashamed, he was more afraid of her crying.

His ears turned slightly red, and he gritted his teeth, deciding to "die bravely."

"Ah."

He still responded to her in a low voice.

Yes, it doesn’t matter. As long as she is no longer sad, he can do anything.