Chapter 41 - Little Boy, Cold Kiss (2/2)

Nan Xun handed a chocolate to the little boy’s chubby small paw.

He looked down at the chocolate in his hand, then looked up at her again, and those pair of clear black and white eyes unexpectedly made Nan Xun feel somewhat profound.

Nan Xun made sure that he didn’t get hurt, then reached out to rub his furry head, then pushed the bike away.

After several steps, Nan Xun couldn’t help but look back.

He still looked at her so quietly, but his little red mouth slightly raised into an arc.

Nan Xun also hooked her lips, but she didn’t forget to talk to little eight in her heart, “I knew that it would be difficult to take care of the little baby.”

Naturally, the sleeping little eight was unresponsive.

The little boy walked slowly and steadily towards her, step by step, not like an ordinary child

He handed the wild chrysanthemum to Nan Xun.

Nan Xun said, “Is this flower for sister? Thank you.”

The little boy didn’t say anything, but only looked at her quietly.

Nan Xun looked at the delicate little face, smiled slightly, and squatted down to kiss the little face.

The little boy turned his head slightly, and her kiss landed on his red little mouth.

That cool sensation passed from their lips to the center of her heart, Nan Xun unconsciously shivered.

Nan Xun touched the head of the small radish. “How could your body be so cold on a hot day? Don’t play too much, remember to go home early. If you have a cold, your mom and dad will worry about you.”

Nan Xun placed the flowers gifted by the little radish into the bike’s basket, then left on the bike twistedly, this mountain road really wasn’t good.

Halfway through the ride, the sky darkened.

Nan Xun looked around and suddenly saw several graves in the field. At this time, a gust of wind blew by.

Nan Xun shivered and felt a little panicked.

She didn’t know if it was an illusion. Nan Xun was riding the bicycle but felt heavier and heavier. It was like there was suddenly something on the backseat of the bike…the weight of another person.

Nan Xun was frightened by her sudden metaphor. She quickly increased her strength and pedaled faster.

The night wind seemed to be a bit strong and cold, there was always a cold air surrounding her. Fortunately, it’s summer now, so it was quite comfortable.

“Hey-“

“Hey-“

Nan Xun suddenly heard someone crying in the distance from behind, as if calling her.

Nan Xun subconsciously wanted to turn around, but she jerked her head back.

You can’t look back, you can’t look back.

Cold sweat gathered on her forehead while she pedaled for a long time in a panicked state, she listened to the crickets and frogs the entire way back and finally returned to the city.

Nan Xun took a shower and laid in the large-sized bed.

Suddenly she thought of something. Nan Xun went down the stairs again and took out the wild chrysanthemums from the bicycle basket.

It was an adorable little baby that gifted it to her, it’s not good to throw it away.