Zhao Xier looked at Xiao Jiashu. "Kid, why are you hiding from me? Do I look scary?"
At that time, Xiao Jiashu had learned his lesson and no longer believed Zhao Xier's words. His hands clutched the corner of Xiao Mohan's clothes tightly, and his eyes were red, but he tried not to cry.
Yang Guiying frowned. She lowered her head and asked Xiao Jiashu gently, "What's wrong? Did Brother Xier bully you? You can tell me, and I will teach him a lesson. "
Xiao Jiashu pursed his lips and shook his head. Ye Zhen had told him that Yang Guiying was their family's benefactor. So, even if Zhao Xier really bullied him, he had to endure it and not make things difficult for Yang Guiying. Thinking of that, Xiao Jiashu pursed his lips even tighter. He pursed his lips and shook his head. "No, Brother Xier didn't bully me."
That child did not complain? Zhao Xier was a little surprised. After Xiao Jiashu finished speaking, he sniffed and lowered his head, not even looking at her. Zhao Xier raised her eyebrows.
Xiao Mohan noticed that Zhao Xier kept looking at Xiao Jiashu and was afraid that he would have some evil thoughts again. He quietly pulled Xiao Jiashu behind him and said gently, "Grandma Yang, it's getting late. If there's nothing else, we'll be leaving now."
The sky outside had just turned dark. The orange-red rays of the sun shone on the courtyard, gilding everything, including Xiao Mohan. His thick and long eyelashes seemed to have been dyed gold, and with a slight movement, it was like a golden butterfly flapping its wings. Even his pale face had a little warmth, and Zhao Xier could not help but take another look.
Xiao Mohan was acutely aware of other people's gazes. He lifted his eyes and looked over, sensing Zhao Xier was looking at him. His eyes were cold and disgusted, as if he had seen something filthy.
Zhao Xier's eyes narrowed, and she gritted her teeth. Just as Xiao Mohan was about to turn around and leave, Zhao Xier got angry. She grabbed his wrist and asked, "What was that look just now?" Zhao Xier's strength was very strong, and Xiao Mohan's was too sensitive to pain. He felt that his bones were hurting after being pulled by Zhao Xier.
Xiao Jinhan pursed his thin lips and suppressed his disgust toward Zhao Xier. He said in a low voice, "I don't understand what you mean, but if I've offended you in any way, I apologize."
Zhao Xier felt as if she had just punched cotton. That feeling made her feel very defeated. Xiao Mohan's eyes were filled with disgust. It was as if she was sizing him up with some dirty thoughts and wanted to taint him. There was an undisguised rejection in his eyes. Zhao Xier could not describe what she was feeling. It did not feel like anger but more like the feeling of suffocation when a wet towel covered her mouth and nose. It was incredibly dull.
"What are you doing?" You're a bad guy! Let go of my brother!" At that moment, Xiao Jiashu could not care less about being afraid of Zhao Xier and had also forgotten what his mother, Ye Zhen, had told him. He clenched his fist and started to punch Zhao Xier.
Xiao Mohan endured the pain and stopped Xiao Jiashu after witnessing his actions. He was afraid Zhao Xier would retaliate. After a brief pause, Xiao Mohan slowly raised his head and gazed at Zhao Xier. His expression had softened, and he was no longer disgusted. His eyes were as gentle as feathers against his face. His eyes were a little red, and he had an indescribable charm.
Zhao Xier was silent. She looked at Xiao Mohan, who was disgusted with her one second and could act so meek the next. She felt even more stifled. She could feel that he was trying to please her.
Zhao Xier, realizing that Xiao Mohan was attempting to please her, released Xiao Mohan's hand with a cold expression. Yang Guiying also put down the feather duster at the same time.
Xiao Mohan sighed and lowered his eyes, keeping his emotions in check.
"Xiao Mohan." Zhao Xier frowned and wanted to say something so that he would not be so afraid of her. However, when the words were about to come out of her mouth, the warning of the utility system sounded in her mind again. She could only press her lips and sneer at him. Then, she said to Xiao Mohan, "You're so disgusting!"
As soon as Zhao Xier finished speaking, Xiao Mohan's eyes darkened. At that time, he did not put on an act so Zhao Xier could sense his indifference. It was the hottest months of August and September, but Zhao Xier felt the surrounding air was colder and more oppressive than in the winter.