Transmigrating: I Married the Male Protagonist’s Uncle

Ling Sheng shook his head, still stiff mouth: "It doesn't hurt."

Jun Shiyan smiled softly, the fire raging out of his eyes could no longer be suppressed, and he accelerated again.

When did his little girl learn to lie?

He knew that she didn't want him to worry and made him feel bad, so she said that on purpose.

She didn't even tell him about his injury, he still heard about it from others.

But he didn't want her to be so behaved and so sensible, he just wanted her to cry at him unscrupulously, laugh at him, and act like a baby at him.

Ling Sheng watched him go faster and faster. He really couldn't keep up. He couldn't move a step, and the soles of his feet hurt.

It was her own mouth that was so hard that she lied and said it didn't hurt, but when she saw his attitude, she was suddenly aggrieved, sad and uncomfortable. Seeing the tall figure of the man, she squatted on the ground and shouted angrily: "I Not leaving."

Jun Shiyan stopped, turned around, squatted in front of her, holding her ankle.

Ling Sheng shrank her feet and was buckled by him. She took off her shoes gently and forcefully with her big hands. She sniffed and tried to keep her mouth hard, but her voice became muffled: "It's really okay."

Jun Shiyan saw the faint blood oozing out of the gauze under the girl's feet. He pumped distressedly, and hugged her up. His emotions finally broke out. Even in his anger, he still restrained and asked calmly. He poke her heart straight: "Are you trying to make me feel bad?"

"No." Ling Sheng hugged his waist and buried him uncomfortably on his chest, tears falling down like no money.

"Don't cry." Jun Shiyan gasped distressedly, and gently wiped her tears with his big hands.

Ling Sheng looked at him with tears in his eyes, and said dumbly: "I hurt."

She didn't know why, she was fine, but when she saw him, she suddenly felt wronged.

"I see." Jun Shiyan looked at the little girl crying and twitched, and hugged her tightly: "I'll see when I get in the car."

"Yeah." Ling Sheng actually didn't feel much pain anymore. It was a little bit painful just after walking for a while. At this moment, even she herself felt hypocritical, and she wrapped his arms around his neck and buried it in his arms.

Jun Shiyan took the medicine and gauze and bandaged her wound again. He was already regretting it. Why did she let her walk on her own for the short distance? If she didn't walk, the wound would definitely not bleed again.

There were several holes in the white and tender soles of the little girl's feet, making him want to crush the body of the person who hurt her.

"How do you know?" Ling Sheng raised his head with misty and bright eyes, staring at him without blinking.

"If no one said, you are going to keep hiding it from me?" Jun Shiyan sighed, a bit of blame in his eyes.

Where did Ling Sheng dare, even if she didn't say it, he would find out whether it was good or not. He shook his head and made a soft voice hoarse: "No."

Jun Shiyan moved very lightly, for fear of hurting her, but during the bandaging process, he would inevitably touch the wound.

"It hurts." Ling Sheng's voice was small, biting his lip, weak, pitiful and helpless like an abandoned kitten.

"Bite me if it hurts." Jun Shiyan's voice was a little dumb, with his eyes hanging down slightly, and his jade-long fingers, he seriously wrapped her gauze.

Ling Sheng is a good obedient boy. He leaned forward and bit his shoulder with his mouth open, his chin resting on his shoulder: "Does it hurt?"