Chapter 32 Then Kiss Me
One end of the tape measure was pressed on Leo's shoulder, around the back of his neck, and pressed on the boy's slightly protruding bones.
There are also several traces of whipping here.
Although Leo is thin, his shoulders are quite broad. After taking off his clothes, it is obvious that his body shape is between that of a teenager and a young man. If he takes better care of himself, he should be able to grow stronger.
But with all those scars on his body, he didn't look like a high school student at all. Irene wrote down the numbers and began to measure his arm circumference and body length.
In the name of measurement, she looked at and touched almost every scar on the boy's body.
Leo didn't dodge or evade, just like a docile sheep, letting her gently touch his scar.
Until Irene asked softly, "Is this a knife wound?"
She pointed to the scar on his abdomen.
Leo pulled out the notebook and wrote hastily, 'Yes, Will wanted to test how sharp his new dagger was, so he gave it to me, and it only scratched two layers of flesh, and my internal organs were fine.'
'His dagger is nothing compared to the one in your leg.'
The boy spoke in a nonchalant tone as if this matter was very common.
Irene couldn't believe her eyes, she even thought there was something wrong with her eyesight.
Otherwise, how could such an outrageous thing happen - using a mortal body as a tool to test a dagger.
Leo saw a tear slip from Irene's eyes, gently hit the wooden floor, leaving a dark mark, and then gradually disappearing.
The tape measure led her hand and wrapped around Leo's thin waist.
Leo was half a head taller than her, with a waist circumference of only 32 inches, and the marks of bones could be clearly seen on his back.
It looks so pitiful.
But when the boy tilted his head to look at her, his eyebrows softened and he even smiled.
He looked like he didn't care at all about what happened in the past, as if his injuries didn't hurt at all.
He's stupid and dumb, but he's not incapable of fighting, so how could he be bullied like this?
Still laughing. He can still laugh even after being bullied like this.
Irene was so angry that her teeth itched. She poked the boy's lower back in annoyance and said, "Turn around and put your arms down."
Leo turned around obediently, and Irene lowered her head and worked busily, so she naturally missed the boy's eyes that were vaguely dangerous when he looked at her.
The woman's soft fingertips skimmed across his chest.
The deck under their feet shook slightly twice, and Leo held on to Irene's unstable body.
Irene seemed to mutter something under her breath, as if she was saying thank you to him. Her voice was soft and mellow, like soft bread just out of the oven.
Want to take a bite.
Leo unconsciously stared at Irene's lips.
Speaking of which, how did he deal with Will later? Leo narrowed his eyes and recalled for a moment.
Oh, I remember now. He shot an arrow at Will's horse when Will went out hunting. Will was thrown off by the horse, and both his legs were broken and his right hand was fractured. He was bedridden for nearly half a year.
Leo curled the corners of his lips, and his eyes were full of excitement and joy as he recalled Will's wailing.
However, there is no need to let Irene know this.
He liked the look of heartache in Irene's eyes when she looked at him, and it would be best if she could continue to misunderstand him like this.
This good mood lasted until Hannah came back. The girl chattered with Irene and pushed him away who was standing next to Irene.
Leo stared at Hannah coldly and began to seriously consider the feasibility of throwing Hannah overboard to feed the sharks.
Tsk, that's not a good idea. I guess Irene will throw him down too.
The young man snorted disdainfully.
Irene suddenly spoke up and asked, "Were you always bullied by your brother when you were a child?"
"Yes." Leo had no choice but to sit on the other side of Irene, leaning over the table and watching her cut the collar and embroidery pieces.
"He was responsible for all the injuries on your body?"
Irene began to wonder about his past!
Leo's mood brightened when he heard her ask, which showed that his show of weakness had worked.
If you don't care about him, why would you care about him?
The young man tilted his head and recalled for a while, then wrote a line of words.
Leo pushed the notebook in front of her eyes. The boy's eyes were innocent and enthusiastic, and he answered her questions seriously.
"Not only him, there were many others, but unfortunately I can't remember clearly. I'll think about it carefully when I go back tonight."
If anyone else said such words, she would suspect that they were pretending to be pitiful.
But it was Leo who said this - how could Leo, who was like a little animal, lie?
And seeing this look and expression, Irene's hands froze.
He he he he he! How can he be so cute!
Help! I am dizzy with cuteness!
It looks like a character cut out of a hand-painted hardcover comic.
Irene now understands why modern 2D otakus would risk their lives for the sweet cat-eared girls in anime.
This is not a paper person, this is clearly my long-lost wife!
Like the kitten she raised when she was a child, it would squat on her desk whenever she was doing her homework, staring at her with its glass-like eyes without blinking.
Anyone who sees it will feel their heart melt.
Soon a kitten's head will be embroidered on his clothes.
Irene couldn't help but rub the boy's head. The furry short hair scratched her fingertips. Leo seemed to have rubbed her palm twice. He looked just like a kitten.
He was still the kind of kitten who would lie on the sofa and let her stroke his fur, then purr like a little tractor.
"Did you learn the fighting skills at that time?"
'Yeah, and I know where it hurts the most!'
This line of words is about to fly off the page, as if the young boy is showing off to her with a beaming face, "I'm really good at fighting."
Irene felt a sour feeling in her heart. She pinched the back of the boy's neck and praised him:
"Then our Leo is really amazing."
The woman's palms were warm, her fingertips were soft, and her eyes were like a pool of spring water.
It was as if it was an intimate gesture given to him alone.
Leo raised the corners of his lips quietly, and glanced at Hannah secretly, looking as proud as a child who had won a prize.
How could it not be amazing? Irene blinked hard to get rid of the sour feeling that was rising up.
If he wasn't so powerful, he would have died in that corner long ago.
By now, Erin had completely forgotten the three times Leo had put a gun to her head.
Even the cats at home will scratch people when they are angry, let alone Leo, who was not familiar with her before.
Now that the two of them have become familiar with each other, Leo doesn't show any sign of killing people indiscriminately.
Irene is very satisfied with their current relationship mode and status - more than friendship but not love, which is perfect in this era when war is about to come.
They can snuggle up to each other for warmth, and also move on quickly after losing each other by accident.
This level of intimacy is just right.
Besides, at Leo's age now, he doesn't know what responsibility and love are. She is now alone in this era and has to protect herself.
Irene has always been a person who is used to preparing for the worst before things happen, especially when the war is unavoidable.
By then, food, clothing, housing and transportation will all be problems. She needs to save enough money and food, and have a stable job before considering her love needs.
If she still wants to be with Leo in the future.
After all, love without material things is like a mess. Leo knew at a glance that he definitely had no money, so it seemed that they could only rely on her for now.
Oh, and there was Hannah, too. All three of them depended on her.
Thinking of this, Irene felt a little heavy-hearted, and she had no thoughts of romance left. She smiled at Leo, but looked a little heavy.
Here it comes again, that worrying look again.
Leo felt a little unhappy. What could he not just say to him?
The boy habitually raised the tip of his tongue and scraped it hard on his fangs, trying to use the dull pain to ease the anxiety - the anxiety of not being trusted by Irene.
He knows how to use a gun, has high fighting skills, and is not stupid, but why is it that Irene is still unwilling to talk to him when she encounters problems?
Leo couldn't figure this out.
After all, Irene couldn't tell him that war would break out soon.
The young man held the paper and pen and quickly wrote a line of words.
'Why are you in a bad mood?'
He was so perceptive. Irene was a little surprised. She stopped what she was doing and organized her words:
"I just feel a little sorry for your previous experience. It sounds very pitiful."
It wasn't really a lie to be selective about it, and Irene felt comfortable with that.
He blinked unusually frequently, his eyes unconsciously glanced upwards, and he squinted his eyes.
She was lying again, and Leo was a little unhappy. It was not because he felt that Irene didn't care about him, but he just didn't understand why Irene didn't tell him when she was troubled.
And after he asked, she still made excuses to evade him. This was too much. The boy pursed his lips.
"Let me measure the size," Irene held up the newly made pattern and asked Leo to stand in front of her.
"Make a style with side slits, so that it will show off the waist," Irene said to herself, gesturing at the clothes.
"How about just one pocket? I don't think it looks good with two," Irene said to Leo in a negotiating tone.
'casual. '
The boy's answer was extremely brief, which made the designer very embarrassed.
"I'm making clothes for you and you want me to be casual? Then I won't make them for you. I'll change them for Hannah. Hannah won't say casual."
For him?
It was like a pie fell from the sky and hit Leo on the head. The young boy forgot about what Irene had just said to him. All he could see was the cloth that he almost threw into the sea during the chaos.
'Is it really for me?'
"Well, what else?" Irene flicked his head in anger and amusement, "Didn't they ask you what color you wanted when you bought it?"
"I thought you were just asking me to give it as a reference, but it's actually for the person you like!"
Leo looked at Irene with sparkling eyes, no longer like a kitten, but now more like a husky wagging its tail.
Now Irene understood why Leo was so picky when she was choosing colors for him in the tailor shop.
It turns out that he thought he was just a reference.
"I don't have anyone I like," Irene naturally meant that he misunderstood Joe, so she said helplessly: "If I like Joe, why would I run away from marriage? Isn't it better to get married peacefully?"
"And even if I say I like you, the manor is so big, why did I only bring you and Hannah out? Of course it's because I think you two are more compatible."
Erin admitted that she liked him even more!
Leo was so stunned that he couldn't even tell the directions.
He pushed the book over to me.
'Then if you kiss me, I will believe that you like me more.'
Irene: ?
Why didn't she remember saying that she liked Leo more?
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com