He was born with a cold and indifferent face that didn't like to smile. Even if he slightly raised the corners of his lips and smiled, it was difficult for people to feel that he was gentle. He only looked fierce, which made people subconsciously afraid of him.
When saying this, Lu Yuanting was half squatting in front of Jiang Xia. He was tall to begin with, so even if he squatted down, it couldn't weaken his aura. He was a bit like a leopard that restrained its ferocious aura, lowering its head and surrendering in front of Jiang Xia.
The black pupils stared at Jiang Xia, and he held a spoon in his hand to clean the blood stains on Jiang Xia's hands.
"Come and wash up. I'll take you to the market." Lu Yuanting spoke again, his voice still cold and indifferent.
But people who are familiar with him know that his voice now is extremely gentle.
Jiang Xia glanced at Lu Yuanting and blinked.
Lu Yuanting thought she was feeling sorry for herself and wanted to comfort her?
Her eyelashes trembled, Jiang Xia lowered her eyes, and pointed her hand in front of Lu Yuanting again.
"Comrade Lu, it hasn't been washed clean yet." Her voice was soft, and her white hands were stretched out in front of Lu Yuanting, with water still dripping from between her fingers.
Looking at this scene, Su Zhongshu on the side frowned. How could this be? Xiao Lu came here as a guest and just sent their Xia Xia here to wash his hands. Why did he have to order the guest around? He was about to step forward.
"Hey, old man, what are you doing?" Zhao Hexiang quickly grabbed her old man and spoke.
"Get Xia Xia a basin and a towel to wash her hands. It's too much trouble for a little girl..." Su Zhongshu started, but was interrupted by his wife before he could finish his words.
"What are you talking about? Xia Xia is happy to do the job, and Xiao Lu is happy to be obedient. Why are you joining in the fun?" Zhao Hexiang pulled Su Zhongshu and shook her head, looking towards Jiang Xia and Lu Yuanting.
Lu Yuanting paused after hearing Jiang Xia's words. He still squatted in front of Jiang Xia, holding a ladle to water her with one hand, and gently touching Jiang Xia's hand with the other hand to wash away the blood from Jiang Xia's fingertips and between his fingers.
His palms were broad and large, full of heat, and the thick calluses on the palms rubbed across the back of Jiang Xia's hands from time to time, with concentration and seriousness.
His eyes were dark and heavy, and they gave Jiang Xia an illusion that Lu Yuanting had washed her hands clean, and then he would use his mouth to suck away the water stains on her hands bit by bit.
When this thought came to her mind, Jiang Xia was startled. Her outstretched hand trembled, and she subconsciously retracted it. She was so afraid of Lu Yuanting in her previous life. Even in this new life, she was still afraid of Lu Yuanting. She knew that Lu Yuanting would not hurt her, but she was afraid in another sense.
Lu Yuanting just likes her, but not to the extent that...
"Lu Yuanting, your hands are rough and they hurt me. I'll do it myself." Jiang Xia started to rationalize her sudden retraction of her hands. She pursed her lips, turned around and found a towel to wipe the water stains off her hands.
Lu Yuanting looked at Jiang Xia's back and stood there without moving. He stood up, looked at his empty hands, and pursed his dry lips.
Still afraid of him.
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