She raised her eyes and looked at Ling Che calmly without saying anything. She walked forward, squatted down, grabbed a handful of noodles covered with dust and broken porcelain pieces, and stuffed them into her mouth.

Compared to being skinned alive and fed to Tibetan mastiffs, eating some dirty noodles is nothing more than a drop in the ocean.

She buried her head, clenched her palms, and ate with big mouthfuls.

When the servants saw this, they all looked terrified, but dared not say a word.

Ling Che stood aside and saw her appearance at this moment, and the look in her eyes when she looked at him just now, which was cold and indifferent, with a faint smile, and she was calm in the face of adversity and did not surrender.

When others saw him, they were terrified and afraid.

She was the only one who would smile at him.

Somehow, he rushed forward as if he had suddenly come to his senses, knocked the dirty noodles out of her hand, and supported her shoulders. Seeing the slap marks on her cheek and the blood in her mouth from being pierced by broken porcelain pieces, he suddenly panicked:

"I'm sorry! Jiaojiao, I didn't mean it!"

He quickly picked up his sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. "I'm sorry, I just lost control. Jiaojiao, don't be angry. I'll take you to see a doctor!"

He picked her up and ran out:

"Someone come!"

Main courtyard.

After the doctor examined me, he found that the porcelain pieces of the bowl had cut the inner wall of my mouth and tongue, leaving four cuts. He prescribed some medicine and told me to eat a light diet for the next few days to prevent inflammation and pus formation.

Yun Jiao sat by the window, applying medicine in front of the bronze mirror.

"Jiaojiao, don't be angry." Ling Che said.

Yun Jiao turned her head and smiled gently. Her pretty face was like the crushed sunlight, very warm:

"I'm not angry. When people lose control, they often do things that are not in their heart. I'm thankful that you didn't throw me to feed the Tibetan mastiffs."

She quickly applied the medicine:

"Why didn't you finish the noodles just now? It's such a big piece, how can you not eat it? I'll go to the kitchen and make you some more."

As soon as she stood up, she was hugged tightly by two arms.

His body sank.

She was standing and he was sitting. He hung around her waist and looked up at her. His obedient look suddenly made him look like a harmless puppy.

He said seriously: "Jiaojiao, you are so nice."

Others are afraid of him, only she tolerates him.

"I'm not good at all. Didn't I tell you that if you treat others with appropriate gentleness, others will treat you with sincerity? I do the same." After saying that, she wanted to go to the kitchen.

"I'm full." He held her tightly, somewhat liking the smell of her. He buried his head in her belly and took a few deep breaths.

Somehow, I suddenly felt sleepy.

He thought she looked sleepy.

He said in a muffled voice: "Let's take a nap!"

Yun Jiao paused for a moment, a strange light flashed across her eyes, which was fleeting. She smiled, touched his head and said:

"Okay, then take a nap. I'll call you when you get up to work."

"Sleep for an hour and a half."

"good."

He carried her to the bed.

He slept on the inside and nestled in her arms. He was 1.87 meters tall, and he curled up and burrowed into the thin Yun Jiao's arms, arching his body like a shrimp.

A dangerous big wolfdog seemed to suddenly turn into a gentle and harmless little puppy.

This posture is a sign of extreme insecurity.

Sure enough, after sleeping for more than half an hour, he fell into a deep sleep. Ling Che trembled nervously in her arms, mumbling:

“Mother…Mother…”