The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

Si Yu stretched out his hand and suddenly hugged Song Zhao.

There was a cold fragrance on the young man's body, like the smell of fresh green shoots, which was particularly clear and pleasant.

Song Zhao said nervously, "Actually, you can just help me up, you don't need to hug me."

Although she knows that the powerful ministers don't care about trivial matters, men and women are different after all, and it is inappropriate for them to behave like this.

Si Yu didn't take it seriously, "What is my brother afraid of? Brother, it's for your own good."

The little girl's body is delicate and weak, and it may hurt if she falls on the rockery.

Since he is an elder brother, he should be more careful, so that she can understand that he is serious about managing this brother-sister relationship.

Song Zhao, "..."

Calling you brother twice, do you really take yourself seriously?

But in this situation, she really couldn't help being hypocritical.

So she pointed to the bench not far away, and said crisply, "Mr. Si, please put me there and sit there. I want to give myself an injection."

Si Yu put the little girl on the bench according to his words.

Song Zhao's legs are weak, and his upper body needs to rely on Si Yu to sit firmly.

The little girl's body is soft, and there is always a sweet smell on her body, which pours into Si Yu's nostrils continuously, as if a feather has scratched the tip of his heart.

Si Yu's throat slipped.

He looked at her noblely and coldly, Song Zhao rolled up his skirt without any shyness.

A small section of slender leg was exposed to the air, and the skin was blindingly cold white.

Si Yu made a conscious effort to recognize too much.

With a cold face, his tone was uneasy, "Don't you think, you are too eager."

A woman's legs are for the husband to see.

How could the little girl show it so carelessly that she wanted him to use his rights in advance so that he could marry her in the future?

Song Zhao carefully cleaned the silver needle, and said seriously, "This is a big deal, can you not be in a hurry?"

She suffered from Lili San and couldn't walk, so the medicine had to be taken off, otherwise, if the powerful ministers helped her out and be seen, it would damage both of their reputations.

Si Yu was a little angry.

The angry little girl also learned Duan Yunsui's methods to plot against him.

I wanted to teach him a lesson, but I was afraid that Song Zhao would lose face, which would make the little girl even more rebellious.

After a while, he whispered, "This matter should not be too hasty, we will talk about it when you grow up."

Although the powerful minister spoke strangely, Song Zhao still nodded obediently, "You are right."

She pricked the acupuncture points on her legs a few times with silver needles, and slowly released a few drops of blood.

The little girl's skin was so white, and the blood dripping out was particularly glaring.

Si Yu had clearly seen more serious blood, but he felt that this scene made him more psychologically uncomfortable.

"Does it hurt?" Si Yu's eyebrows and eyes were gloomy. He had also been pricked with needles when he was a child, and he knew that the pain was something a pampered little girl couldn't bear.

Song Zhao quickly drained the blood and put down the skirt.

Then he said, "Of course it hurts."

She is not an iron wall, how could she not feel pain.

It’s just that when I was learning acupuncture and moxibustion, I didn’t have any physical practice around me, and I always used my soul and body as a little white rabbit.

Si Yu's eyes were dark and dark.

"Then why don't you cry?"

He didn't know what Song Zhao had experienced. Not only had his temperament changed drastically, but he was also so cruel to himself.

In the past, the little girl would definitely cry.

He really wanted to see her cry again.

Song Zhao shook his head, "No."

Tears brought her too many bad memories, she already understood that crying is the most useless thing.

"Cry if you want to cry." Si Yu squinted his peach blossom eyes halfway, his dark and cool pupils were full of a little evil, and also revealed a trace of laziness and elegance, "You don't need to be brave in front of my brother."

Song Zhaopo was a little speechless.

How can anyone force others to cry? Does the powerful minister want to see other people's retribution so much?

She shook her head and sighed, "I don't quite understand you, I really don't understand you very well."