Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

After transforming into a human form, his upper body was naked, with only his lower body covered in silver wolf skin.

Walking to the straw pile, he put her down and then pushed her down on the straw mat.

He probably didn't mean to push her down, but he didn't control his strength well.

So the delicate and frail little girl was immediately pushed to lie down on the straw mat.

She looked at him blankly as he stood up and left, his strong and slender body almost terrifying.

She was even thinking, if he punched her, would her bones be broken directly?

The little girl sat up slowly, staring at his back and thinking about this question seriously.

After thinking about it, I just saw that he seemed to take something from outside, and then came back.

Against the light, his face was unknown, completely in shadow, hidden deep in darkness.

At this time, the sun outside was already setting in the west, and it was evening.

The fire clouds on the horizon are lingering, bright yellow, pink, purple and light red, colorful and beautiful.

The man walked up to her, held up her armpits, and picked her up.

She hugged him obediently and leaned her dirty little face closer, as if she wanted to take a closer look at him.

But the man quickly put her down.

This time it was placed in a cool pool of water.

My bare feet were soaked in the water and shrank.

The little girl let out a sigh, and her attention instantly shifted from him to the small pool in the cave.

The small pool is not big and seems to be just for drinking water.

Silver Wolf, who had not said a word, took out a soft cloth from somewhere, soaked it with water, and then wiped her face.

Wipe her face, hands, and body, then lift up her skirt and start treating her wounds.

"Hiss—please be gentle."

The little girl sat on his lap and frowned.

The soft tone is like a jar of honey, full of sweetness, so sweet that it makes your heart melt.

He paused and continued to help her with the wound, and seemed to apply some herbs on it.

The refreshing and cooling feeling immediately relieved the pain in my thighs.

The little girl has thin arms and legs, and there are delicate and tender flowers everywhere, like flowers that have not yet bloomed in the morning and are still extremely green.

When the pain hit her, she trembled and hummed softly.

As soft as a newborn kitten.

Hugging him, her soft little face was pressed tightly against his.

The man treated her wound and tied it with a cloth strip.

The technique is simple and neat, so skillful that I don’t know how many times I have done it before.

She watched, then cautiously reached out her hand and tentatively touched his face.

He didn't react and didn't pay attention to her little movement at all.

So, the little girl who was more courageous took over, touched his face, and asked in a low voice:

"What's your name? Can I be friends with you?"

Silver Wolf remained silent, and after treating the wound, he picked her up again.

Carry her outside and put her down.

Against the warm and bright sunset, he has a slender figure and a complexion like wheat.

The facial features are clear and deep, and the brows are filled with strong and cruel anger.

This is a wolf, a silver wolf without emotions.

The dark and deep eyes were still looking down at her from above, looking at her as if they were looking at the grass on the roadside, without any difference.

After putting her down, he picked up the meat that Luke had placed next to the cave and turned around and walked into the cave.

Walking into the darkness again, his back is cold.