Chapter 1491 - 1532: One Night

Did she fall rolling down the slope? Is that how she got these injuries? His fingers involuntarily brushed aside her bangs and looked at the scar on her forehead, twisted like a centipede. If her head had struck even harder at that time, she might have lost her life.

This little one actually walked through the Ghost Gate.

His fingers gently touched the scar on her forehead, "Does it hurt?" The words slipped out unconsciously, even he was taken aback.

Why would he ask such a silly question! Fortunately, she probably didn’t understand.

But strangely, she seemed to understand what he meant, and flashed him a sweet smile, "It doesn’t hurt, my head doesn’t hurt."

That smile was pure and sweet, and those dark phoenix eyes were so clear, so clear that Jeremiah May felt a strange sensation.

That clarity might be something he didn’t possess; her clarity allows people to see her emotions at a glance and let one’s guard down completely in front of her.

As for him, he never lets anyone see through him like that. Because for him, it represents danger.

He lowered his head involuntarily, trying to avoid the clarity in her eyes. But when he was about to take off her pants, he suddenly realized that the child in front of him, though young, was still a girl. Immediately, the 12-year-old boy’s hands froze, and an uncommon hint of embarrassment crept upon his handsome face.

He hadn’t considered the difference between genders before, but now it suddenly hit him.

"Wait here for me!" Jeremiah May wanted to go call the servant to help the little one with her bath. But instead, the little one clung to his waist like a koala without a tail, "Stay together... or my head will hurt..." She was just expressing in the simplest terms.

Jeremiah May felt helpless, realizing just how troublesome this little one was.

If he had known earlier, he would have had her mother come along to bathe the little one. Although he could have forced her off, remembering how pitiful she looked when she was in pain, a trace of reluctance arose in his heart.

How strange, since when did he become reluctant?

Jeremiah May had to first wrap the little one in a large bath towel to prevent her from catching a cold, then called in a female servant awaiting orders in the main house to come and help bathe her, which left the servant looking astonished.

Throughout the bathing process, the little one clung to Jeremiah May’s arm, refusing to let go, so Jeremiah May had to stand aside. When the servant stripped the little one and washed her hair and body, Jeremiah May stood on one side, half-turned. Though his face was still calm and cold, his body was evidently tense.

Especially since the little one liked to rub her body against his hand, this soft and tender feeling was unfamiliar to him.

"Big brother... would you like to bathe with me?" The little one invited him.

"No need." Jeremiah May replied stiffly, bathe with a five-year-old child? Please, he’d never considered such a thing!

Once the little one was done bathing, Jeremiah May ended up soaking wet. The little one was dressed in Jeremiah May’s clothes from when he was a child, but even then, they were the smallest fit for about an eight-year-old. On the little one, they were still several sizes too big, but tolerable for one night, it wouldn’t be a problem.