If Li Qingyou is at least three years old, Mrs. Li has taught her knitting girl red step by step. Even though she doesn’t have any outstanding embroidery skills, it should be fine to simply sew and repair it, but she really doesn’t have the patience and wishes to penetrate the needle.

"Hiss!" Li Qingyou didn't know whether it was the fifth or sixth time that he threw down the embroidery needle that he didn't listen to her orders, staring at the bright red blood beads on his white fingertips, and suddenly felt depressed.

A slight hissing sound came from the quiet hut from time to time. The girl on the kang frowned slightly. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the girl doing needles not far away. She looked at the twisted stitches in her hands, and the sky-blue belt with black thread. The girl turned her head in her unbearable eyes.

"Are you awake?" Li Qingyou raised his head when he heard the movement. Just as he saw the girl turn his head, he was immediately delighted. He dropped the needle and thread and moved over, raised his hand to stroke the girl's forehead, and a thin layer of sweat was falling under his palm. The temperature had dropped. Li Qingyou also breathed a sigh of relief, "It finally subsided."

The girl seemed to not like being touched, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned. She raised her hand to push away the claws on her forehead that were in trouble, but it touched the wound on her shoulder and groaned in pain.

"Don't move, you are injured, and you will bleed again if you move around." Li Qingyou hurriedly pressed her down, and also met the girl's eyes.

With eyes facing each other, the girl was tense, and her obsidian-like big eyes were full of vigilance. Unfortunately, her pale face greatly weakened her momentum, and she looked like a trapped little beast, sharp but not aggressive.

Li Qingyou did not notice the girl's hedgehog-like eyes. At this moment, she only felt like she looked into a starry sky. Her eyes were as clear as water, and her eyes were completely bright, but bottomless.

The girl's eyes were dark and bright, like glass beads, very much like dismantling. Well, the dismantling of the house was a dog raised by Li Qingyou in his previous life.

Every time it caused trouble, it would look at her with its big black eyes. Li Qingyou's heart melted. He scolded her symbolically and rubbed her head, picked her up and kissed her, just like what she did to a girl now.

The girl's hair was black and thick, and very smooth, which was naturally much easier to touch than to dismantle, especially her small face, which was like tender tofu. Li Qingyou kissed her for a while but still wanted to kiss her again, but she encountered obstacles.

A small hand that appeared out of nowhere was pressed on her face and pushed it away.

I looked up again and met the girl's angry gaze. There seemed to be two small flames burning inside. The originally pale little face was red because of anger, but it looked much better.

By the way, the girl fell into a coma last night and didn't know what happened.

Li Qingyou automatically found an excuse for the girl. In order to make herself look more friendly, she immediately changed into a loving mother's smile, "Little sister, don't be afraid, my sister saved you yesterday."

Little! Sister! Sister!?

Is it a man? Which eye does she tell that he is a woman?

blind?

Oh no.

Oh what, girl, oh no, now it's time to say it's a boy. He had the heart to eat Li Qingyou. Two small knives flew out of his big eyes, and he wanted to cut the shameless woman in front of him who was trying to be careless.
Chapter completed!