Chapter 43 Little Doll (15)
Chapter 43 Little Doll (15)
After arriving at the place, Su Ao slowly squatted down, and Song Jin couldn't wait to reach out her hand, gently opened the man's pocket, and curiously poked her head out.
His eyes fell on the hostess's shocking neck wound. The wound looked as if it had been cut by a sharp blade, but Song Jin keenly noticed that something was wrong.
The knife edge does not look like it was made in one go, but rather it is discontinuous. Some places are frighteningly deep, while others are relatively shallow.
The young man's delicate eyebrows knitted slightly, and he lowered his eyes in thought. This shouldn't be right? If this is the case, shouldn't the hostess have no resistance at all?
But there was no sign of a fight at the scene.
Song Jin poked Su Ao's chest and said in a low voice: "Put me down."
Su Ao paused, without moving, and said softly, "Dirty."
The boy was in a hurry to check the scene, not paying any attention to these things. He pursed his lips and urged, "It's okay, I'll be careful."
Su Ao couldn't persuade him, so he took him down and put him on the ground.
At this moment, the others were surprised to find that the man was carrying a delicate and small doll.
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to the little doll.
However, Su Ao on the side just glanced at them indifferently with a cold look.
Just this one glance made those people who were originally staring at the man curiously feel like they were electrocuted. They quickly withdrew their gazes and dared not look at him again.
It seemed as if that cold gaze had an invisible deterrent power that made people shudder.
At the same time, Song Jin, who was carefully placed on the ground, took small steps and hurriedly ran towards the hostess's body.
I saw the hostess lying on the ground, and it seemed that she had accidentally fallen off the bed.
One of her hands was placed near her head, and the direction of her finger was pointing towards the door, which looked a bit weird.
The young man moved forward cautiously, deliberately avoiding the blood that had already clotted on the ground.
He looked at the hostess's wound carefully and saw that the middle part of the wound was particularly deep and looked shocking.
Just as the boy wanted to get closer and see more clearly, suddenly, the hand next to him, which should have been still, twitched without warning.
This sudden change really scared Song Jin. He was so terrified that he stepped back suddenly.
Because he was too panicked, he lost his balance and fell down with a plop into the thick and sticky pool of blood.
"ah!"
Song Jin was startled and quickly stretched out his hands to support himself on the ground to get up quickly. However, the blood was so thick and sticky that it not only stuck to his pants, but also to his two little hands.
The young man was so anxious that he was about to cry. His little mouth curled up and then deflated in an instant. His eyes quickly filled with tears. He looked at Su Ao with watery eyes, as if the dam would burst at the next second.
Her snow-white, delicate little face was full of helplessness and pity, and she was sending out a distress signal to the tall man in front of her like a wounded animal.
—Oh my god!!! The baby is so pitiful!!!
——Ahh, I'm stuck!!!
——Although, I feel like laughing. The baby seems like a little mouse stuck by a sticky mousetrap. Hahahaha
——Why don't you say flies? (Smirk)
——Can you please stop playing dirty?!!!
——That's right, fork it out! My baby is so sweet and soft, all the mice and flies, fork them out!!!
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When Su Ao saw the pitiful appearance of the boy, he was stunned at first, and then he couldn't help but chuckle.
Then he quickly stretched out a slender hand and gently picked up the boy from the ground.
Song Jin stretched out her little hand and touched her butt. Her pants were covered in blood, and her hands were also sticky.
The boy's delicate face was filled with disgust, it was so disgusting!!
He pursed his lips tightly, and because of anger, his beautiful big eyes were wide open, and the whites of his eyes were even a little red.
He looked angry and aggrieved, just like an annoyed kitten.
Su Ao stared at the dirty little ball in his hand with interest. He didn't know what he was thinking about, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised, forming an imperceptible arc.
Anyone could see that the man was in a very good mood at this moment.
Song Jin pursed her lips, raised her hand softly to show Su Ao, blinked her red eyes, and said aggrievedly: "It's dirty..."
Seeing this, the man paused and said softly, "Then let's go back and wash up?"
The boy nodded obediently, then sat motionless in the man's palm.
So, Su Ao slowly walked out the door with the little doll.
On the way back, Song Jin really couldn't stand the sticky feeling on his hands. He wanted to wipe them off, but he didn't want to wipe them on his clothes.
So, a kid suddenly had an idea and secretly glanced at Su Ao. Seeing that the other party was not paying attention, he secretly rubbed the blood on his hand onto the man's shirt sleeve.
Song Jin rubbed against the man while secretly looking at him, fearing that she would be discovered. Su Ao naturally noticed the boy's behavior, but he did not say anything. Instead, he let the boy go.
When he was almost done wiping, the boy quietly put his hand back and sat there obediently waiting to go back.
Finally, after returning to Su Ao's room, the man took Song Jin to the bathroom.
The man turned on the sink and tested the water temperature considerately. He seemed to think it was about right, so he planned to wipe the doll's clothes and take it off to take a bath.
Seeing this, Song Jin pressed the man's hand and asked in horror: "You, you, you! What are you doing?"
Su Ao frowned, and said innocently with his handsome face: "I'll give you a bath."
The boy blushed and said in a low voice, "No, no need! I can wash it myself!"
The man paused, glanced at the sink, and whispered, "Can you do it yourself?"
Song Jin nodded quickly to indicate that she was OK.
So, Su Ao put some warm water in the sink for the boy and went out.
After seeing that everyone had left, Song Jin slowly and gently took off her clothes one by one.
As the clothes slipped off, the first thing that caught the eye was the pair of slender and long legs as white as mutton-fat jade, with smooth and graceful lines. Then, moving up, one could see the round and tender shoulders, which looked even more delicate and lovely as they trembled slightly.
Then, Song Jin slowly slid along the ceramic wall of the sink and into the slightly tall sink.
Water splashed everywhere, wetting his hair and cheeks, and he began to wash the blood off his body.
After washing almost everything, the boy suddenly realized something very important: he had no clothes! Furthermore, the sink was too high and he couldn't get out!
Just when the young man was at a loss, the door suddenly opened. Song Jin was so scared that his face turned pale. He stretched out his hands in panic and covered his body tightly. His big watery eyes looked at the door with fear and shyness.
Su Ao walked in leisurely with a leisurely pace. The moment he stepped into the room, his eyes naturally fell on the boy's clothes scattered beside the sink, and then moved to the small white figure in the pool.
Seeing this scene, Su Ao's mouth corners unconsciously rose, outlining a slightly playful smile.
He walked closer to the sink and whispered, "Are you done washing? I brought you some clean clothes."
As he spoke, his eyes were always fixed on Song Jin's pretty face, which was flushed with nervousness and shyness.
Seeing the boy's face tense and his eyes fixed on him like a vigilant little rabbit, the man couldn't help but find it a little funny.
"Stop covering it up. That figure is like a bean sprout. What's there to cover up?"
When Su Ao said this, there was a smile in his eyes and his lips couldn't help but rise.