C35 Grow a Son of a Bitch

Murong Kai carried Xiao Qiaoqiao into the car and let her sit on his lap. One of his hands held her injured hand tightly, while he played with her from time to time.

I don't know why she always felt that hand was so familiar, as if she had touched it a long time ago. He also felt a familiar smell in her hair. It was very similar to the smell of the little girl