her smile is sweet

Chapter 289

When He Qi came out of the bathroom, he found that the room was eerily quiet.

You can even hear your breathing and heartbeat clearly.

The black eyes searched for the figure of Xiao Miaomiao.

There was no little girl on the sofa anymore, only a mass of white lumps on the European-style bed.

He Qi walked to the bed with big strides. He was wearing a milky white bathrobe, revealing a circle of white collarbone.

Holding a towel in his big bony hands, he lay down on the bed while wiping his hair.

"Is the cat asleep?"

There was no sound nearby, but He Qi could feel the bed beside him trembling slightly.

His black eyes froze, and he slowly looked at the ball huddled under the blanket.

Breathing a little stagnant, his big hand stretched out to the quilt covering Xiao Miaomiao's body.

The moment the quilt was lifted, the first thing the sight touched was the wetness on the white sheet.

Little Miaomiao's soft body curled up on the side of the big bed, her face was buried in the sheet, she bit her finger in her mouth, trying not to let herself cry out.

Messy strands of hair were spread on the face, sticking to the face wet from tears.

He Qi would rather Xiao Miaomiao cry unreasonably than watch her secretly hide away like a wounded little animal and lick her wound.

It was extremely uncomfortable, like a sharp knife cutting your own flesh and blood.

Little Miaomiao was lying under the quilt and crying hard, when her body suddenly became cold, and the quilt covering her body disappeared.

Little Miaomiao paused for a moment, raised her hazy eyes and glanced to the side.

There was a glare of light overhead, and Xiao Miaomiao couldn't open her eyes for a while, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

Tears in her eyes blurred her vision, but Xiao Miaomiao could faintly see the worried expression on Qigege's handsome face.

"Cat cat."

Little Miaomiao curled her mouth, the tears in her eyes burst again, and she stretched out her little hand.

"Seven grids."

The soft and waxy voice was full of pitiful grievances.

He Qi's heart was almost melted by the little Miaomiao, without a moment's pause, he leaned over to hold the little Miaomiao in his arms, and lay down on the big bed.

Little Miaomiao lay on He Qi's chest, her small face pressed against He Qi's silky pajamas.

He Qi's pajamas smelled good, and the little Miaomiao's wandering heart seemed to have found a home, and the tears in her eyes rolled out one by one.

Tears slid down Xiao Miaomiao's smooth face and onto He Qi's pajamas, wetting his skirt.

He Qi patted Little Miaomiao's back gently with his big hand, comforting, "Good boy!"

"Woooooooo..."

The more He Qi coaxed, the more Miaomiao cried.

The little girl needs to vent, and He Qi doesn't stop her, just wait for her to vent all her emotions.

After a long time, the crying in my arms became smaller and smaller.

He Qi hugged little Miaomiao, and raised her small face with his big hands.

Because I cried just now, there were intertwined tear stains on my fair face.

The double eyelids are swollen into big walnuts, and the eyes washed by tears are like crystals passing through the water, which is lovely.

The upper lip bit the lower lip, and the color of the cherry lips changed from light pink to dark pink.

Without the slightest dislike, He Qi lowered his head and kissed Xiao Miaomiao's cheek, his cheek was pressed against Xiao Miaomiao's slightly hot face.

There was a little girl's pleasant smell of milk in her nostrils, and a low and hoarse voice came out from her thin lips with some depression.

"Maomao, what happened, tell Qi Gege, okay?"

　Well, this chapter is a bit cruel
　　
　
(End of this chapter)