Her smile widened, and she nudged his with the tip of her nose.
"At least for now, in my opinion."
"Compared to Wan Shanhan, Xuan Li, and Jian Zhaoshuang."
"You are the most important."
As soon as these words were spoken, those beautiful eyebrows curved.
He gently shook the person in his arms and continued to stride forward.
"Then I will tacitly acknowledge that I am within the Chief's consideration."
"From now on, I will work harder to attract the leader's favor."
"Let your gaze rest on me a little longer."
"until--"
"Until there's no room for anyone else in your eyes."
Sui Xue just smiled without saying anything, and shrank into his arms, letting him carry her sideways back to the tree house.
On the way, she remembered something and looked up to ask him.
"How's your hand?"
There was even more tenderness in his eyes.
"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious."
Sui Xue sighed and reached out to touch his right hand which was placed behind her waist.
The fingertips were sticky and warm red swirled around them.
The wound has not been treated yet.
He even hugged her with his injured hand.
Sui Xue sighed, and pinched his cheek with some dissatisfaction, trying to persuade him to take care of himself in a punitive way.
He didn't even realize that this action was much more intimate than the previous vague contact between the two of them.
Mieming smiled, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her became even gentler.
He was so gentle that it seemed as if the person who wanted to kill Jian Zhaoshuang before was not him.
"I have selfish motives in not handling this matter."
"That little bit of selfishness is nothing more than trying to gain your sympathy."
"If you feel distressed and are willing to treat my wounds, then don't say anything. I will take your consent."
"If you don't feel bad—"
"If you don't feel bad, then you'd better not say anything."
Sui Xue laughed.
What difference does it make if you don’t say anything whether you feel sad or not?
It's nothing more than deceiving myself. No matter what the situation is, I feel sorry for him.
Sui Xue held his right hand, letting the bleeding wound stain her fingertips red.
"Is Mieming trying to conquer himself? How cute."
He raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"Cute? My lord, cute?"
"This is the first time someone has said that I am cute."
After saying that, he shifted the center of gravity of his entire arm, concentrating the strength mainly on his left hand.
Sui Xue exclaimed, and subconsciously put her arms around his neck to maintain her balance.
Seeing this, the man's eyes flashed with cunning, and he picked her up horizontally with one hand.
With his other hand, he took over the hand that Sui Xue had just touched.
"That damned mad dog also held your hand just now."
"Now, it's my turn."
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