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

   Chapter 90 Qi Song Xiang Hao 8

  Siyu stretched out his hand and suddenly hugged Song Zhao.

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

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

  Although she knew that Lord Quanchen was informal, but in the end there were differences between men and women, and it was inappropriate for them to behave like this.

  Siyu disagreed, "What is my brother afraid of? Brother, this is for your own good."

   The little girl has a soft body, and it might hurt to fall on the rockery.

   Since he is an older 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 her being hypocritical.

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

  Si Yiyan put the little **** the bench.

  Song Zhao's legs were weak, and his upper body needed to lean on Si Yu to sit firmly.

   The little girl's body is soft, and there is always a sweet smell on her body, which keeps pouring into Siyu's nose, like a feather scratching the tip of his heart.

  Slips throat.

   He glared at her dignifiedly and glamorously, Song Zhao rolled up his skirt without any shyness.

   A small piece of slender calf was exposed to the air, and the skin was dazzling and cold white.

  Siyu subconsciously recognizes too much.

   He sneered and said calmly, "You don't think you're too eager."

   The woman's legs are for her husband to see.

  How can the little girl show it so carelessly, she just wants him to use the rights in advance, so that he can marry her in the future?

  Song Zhao carefully cleaned the silver needle, and said seriously, "This is a big deal, can you be in a hurry?"

   She lost her strength and could not walk, so she had to get rid of the medicinal properties, otherwise it would be damaging to each other's reputations by letting the powerful ministers help her out to be seen.

  Siyu was a little angry.

The   qi girl also learned Duan Yunsui's method to trick him.

   I wanted to teach a lesson, but I was afraid that it would wipe Song Zhao's face, which would make the little girl more rebellious.

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

  Although Lord Quanchen said something strange, Song Zhao nodded obediently, "You're right."

   She stabbed the silver needle on several acupoints on her leg, and slowly released a few drops of blood.

   The little girl's skin was so white that the blood dripping out seemed particularly dazzling.

  Siyu had clearly seen more serious blood, but felt that it made him more psychologically uncomfortable than this situation.

   "Doesn't it hurt?" Si Yu's eyebrows and eyes were gloomy. He was also pierced by needles when he was young, and he knew that the pain was something that a pampered little girl couldn't bear.

  Song Zhao quickly finished bleeding and put down his skirt.

   Then he said, "Of course it hurts."

   She is not a steel wall, how could she not feel the pain.

   It’s just that when I learned acupuncture before, I didn’t practice physical objects around me, and I used my soul body as a little white rabbit.

  Siyu's eyes were dark and dark.

   "Then why don't you cry?"

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

  In the past, the little girl would definitely cry.

   He wanted to see how she was crying.

  Song Zhao shook his head, "No."

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

   "Cry if you want to." Si Yu half-squinted his peach blossom eyes, his dark and cool pupils showed a bit of indifferent evil, and there was a hint of sloppy dignity, "In front of your own brother, don't be stubborn."

  Song Zhaopo was a little bit at a loss for words.

   How can anyone force others to cry, does Lord Quanchen 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."

   (end of this chapter)