Today, she would either be killed by Fu An, choked to death by his saliva, or embarrassed to death by a letter from her own mother.
Anyway, it's a miracle that she survived today.
As she was thinking, she felt a big hand on her back, patting her back gently and stiffly.
It’s Mr. Fu San!
Song Qingci: "..."
It seems that Mr. Fu San doesn't want her life anymore.
He still cares about her.
He was so good to her, so—
She won't leave!
"Slow down." said Mr. Fu San.
Song Qingci finally recovered, and with a blushing face, he stepped out of Third Master Fu's arms and said with his head lowered, "Well, thank you, Third Master."
The warm fragrance in his arms suddenly disappeared, and Mr. Fu San actually felt a little lost.
The little girl didn't know what she used to bathe, but her hair and body had a faint, soothing fragrance.
Mr. Fu San even thought about whether he could ask the girl for some spices to help him sleep.
——Can those recurring nightmares please stop?
No, those should not be forgotten.
"Don't overthink it," said Master Fu San. "What happened today is over. No one will dwell on it anymore. Some things have nothing to do with you. Don't worry."
"Yes." Song Qingci nodded, "Thank you for your tolerance, Third Master. I will be careful in the future and not cause you any trouble."
Mr. Fu San took a look at her and felt that the little girl had become strange.
What was written in that letter?
It seemed that Song Qingci started to behave strangely after reading that letter.
But Song Qingci obviously didn't want him to see it.
In fact, although he doesn't dare to call himself a gentleman, he would not do such things as peeping into other people's privacy. The girl is worrying too much.
After Mr. Fu San left, Feng Xun couldn't wait to ask, "Miss, what's wrong with you?"
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