Thinking of Lily, a hint of sadness flashed in Tang Xili's eyes.
That was her only light from the age of 8 to 13.
Ten years later, she still clearly remembers that night when her 'adoptive father' got drunk, locked the door, and tried to violate her.
It was Lily, who she secretly raised in an abandoned courtyard a few hundred meters away, who heard her cry for help, broke in through the window, and rescued her in time.
But it was beaten to death by its "adoptive father" and his family.
It was at that time that she mustered the courage to transcend life and death and shot her "adoptive father" and his entire family.
Since then, she has never kept a dog again...
Pulling herself away from her memories, Tang Xili sighed, took a step forward, stepped on the rapidly flowing rain, and walked under Yong Zhixu's umbrella.
His eyes were cold and he said nothing.
Yong Zhixu was originally very disappointed when he saw her leave mercilessly, but he was a little surprised to see her come back suddenly. He tilted the umbrella in his hand towards her to shield her from the wind and rain.
"Miss Tangxi, do you have anything else to say?" he asked gently and humbly.
He raised his hand to wipe the rain off her face, but when he realized it was inappropriate, he withdrew his hand.
Tang Xili's face showed no expression, but her voice was slightly unnatural. "Does your foot still hurt?"
"Feet?" Yong Zhixu was stunned, a hint of hesitation flashed across his eyes. Is she... concerned about him?
Otherwise, why would you come back? And why ask him like that?
Joy spread from my heart, like a gust of wind blowing across the surface of a lake, creating ripples that could not calm down for a long time.
In fact, his foot is fine now.
It didn't really hurt, it just hurt for a few minutes.
but……
The man's eyes fell on the girl's snow-white face and he nodded. A hint of grievance flashed in his shimmering eyes as he weakly uttered a single word, "It hurts."
Then, he stared at Tang Xili with an aggrieved, weak and pitiful look.
It seems like he is longing for something.
It makes people feel pity.
Tang Xili closed her eyes deeply, and it was this look in her eyes when she found Lily and the little cub snuggled into her arms and rubbed against her.
Resigned to her fate, she stepped in front of Yong Zhixu and patted her shoulder.
"Come up, I'll carry you."
Her tone was still cold. She calculated that the man was a head taller than her and she shouldn't need to squat down, so she didn't kneel.
The sudden action surprised Yong Zhixu, "You want to... carry me?"
Tang Xili nodded.
She didn't want to care about it, but they looked too similar and she couldn't just leave it alone.
Yong Zhixu didn't know that he was cared for because of Wanwan Leiqing.
Burning emotions surged in his heart, and his gaze was cast on Tang Xili's wet hair, which was tied into wisps, in the closest area of his vision.
The neatly cut black hair was dotted with water droplets, dripping onto her delicate skin, just like clear dewdrops falling on snow-white flowers, emitting a fresh fragrance.
She has thin shoulders and back, well-proportioned bones and flesh, a slender and graceful swan neck, and looks very thin, but has a delicate curve.
A pair of butterfly bones are exquisite and beautiful, and the ink-red petals of the red spider lily meander out from the back of her neckline and extend to the bottom of her neck.
The red flowers and the white skin blend perfectly together, creating a captivating and charming feeling.
But her temperament is cold and aloof, and she seems to be detached from the world.
The combination of two completely different feelings is like the moon in the water and the flower in the fog, making people want to pick them up.
Yong Zhixu felt a burning sensation in his heart. He knew that secretly looking at someone from behind was a very impolite behavior.
But he couldn't control himself.
However, he still tried hard to look away.
Tang Xili didn't get a response for a long time, and turned around in surprise, "What are you thinking about? Don't you need me to carry you on your back?"
The clear voice shattered the fantasies in Yong Zhixu's mind. He was like a thief caught in the act, with confusion flashing across his eyes.
The heartbeat he hadn't felt in twenty-seven years came so violently in such a short time that he hadn't learned to hide it yet.
His mind went blank. Being stared at by her like this, he could no longer think, let alone react.
She was too close to him, with her head tilted back. If he just lowered his head slightly, he could taste her fragrance.
His protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he felt that he must be crazy for thinking such things at this time.
He moved back, creating some distance, and said in a dazed voice, "I'm heavy."
Tang Xili raised her eyelids, stepped back, and looked him over roughly from head to toe and from toe to head.
The man is about 1.9 meters tall, with a well-proportioned body and weighs about 75 kilograms. He is neither fat nor thin, just the right size.
"No problem," she said. As long as it didn't weigh more than 130 kilograms, she could carry it easily.
Zhou Zhou had told Yong Zhixu that she was the world martial arts champion, so he was not surprised when Tang Xili said the three words "no big deal".
But, with his size, if she carried him back, Chen Zui would probably laugh to death.
The most important thing is that he was pretending.
Thinking of this, I wanted to refuse, but when I looked into Tang Xili's eyes, I couldn't say no.
His arm, somehow, fell on her thin shoulders.
The man said shamelessly, "Then I'll have to trouble Miss Tangxi. But you don't have to carry me, just give me some support."
Tang Xili didn't say anything else. She grabbed his wrist, put his entire arm on her shoulder, and supported him as she started walking.
The rain was falling, the wind was blowing and the fog was swaying. The figure who was used to walking alone in the rain now had a companion on such an ordinary rainy day.
——
In the ancient-style B&B next to Huaqing Hot Spring, Chen Zui was just about to lie down to enjoy the massage service of a Lingnan technician when he heard rain outside.
Outside the Chinese-style hollow plum blossom window, there is a row of green bamboos, which are swaying left and right in the rain.
Chen Zui remembered that they did not bring an umbrella when they went to Gongyuan, so he quickly opened an umbrella, took two umbrellas, and went to pick up Yong Zhixu and Tang Xili.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I walked out of the door of the B&B, I saw a very explosive scene.
The petite Tang Xili was walking towards this side steadily, carrying her third brother on her back.
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