Sara moved her finger. "... Master Hank, my hand hurts."
Hank looked at her tender white paw and finally let her go with mercy. He took the fruit knife from her hand and helped her open the parcel.
Sara looked at his movements in a daze.
This man should be very good at using a knife. Even if he used a knife to open the post, it was still a matter of a sword. He was not sloppy at all. His action was quick and beautiful, and even a little elegant.
The knife that could pierce a person's heart seemed to be a work of art in his hand. It was so beautiful that he looked over his head.
There were a lot of things bought for dogs, such as dog's nest, dog's food, dog's paw, dog's toy and snacks... Hank was very fast at tearing down. Aunt Dovlin was helping to pack up the cardboard boxes, and Sara packed up those things and then unwrapped them.
The little milk dog's dog nest was not big, it was made of pink blue and white woven ropes. Looking at the girl's heart bursting, Sara even found a few dog's clothes and a dog's famous brand clothes!
Sara's eyes gleamed as he looked at Hank. "Master Hank, who prepared all these?"
Hank said his subordinate's name casually.
Sara said, "He's so considerate!"
Hank was not happy and said shamelessly, "But it was I who told you to do so."
Sara paused for a moment and said, "Master Hank is also very gentle."
Hank was satisfied. He picked up the dog's famous brand and looked at it. "What name are you going to give to the dog?"
"Gemini." Sara said without hesitation, "My mother once said that she wanted to raise a pet, so she was called Gemini. But she was in poor health and couldn't afford a pet, so she didn't raise a pet."
Hank looked at the famous brand in his hand. "I'll ask someone to carve it for you."
Sara nodded.
Aunt Dovlin took over the dog's famous brand and said with a smile, "My daughter can do it. I'll take it back today and let her do it. It'll be fine tomorrow."
Sara said with a smile, "Thank you."
She put the little puppy's things in a sort of way, which made her tired.
Gemini snuggled up on the sofa and slept soundly. It was a small group, and it was obvious that he had no sense of security. Hank suddenly said, "You sleep like that."
Sara went blank for a moment. "Me?"
Hank replied with a "Hm".
Sara said, "Then we're very fated."
The man had long legs and hands. He sat cross-legged on the ground, looking like a piece of furniture. Sara looked at his collarbone and asked with his head tilted, "Master Hank, is it easy to race?"
Hank paused for a moment and said, "Not bad."
When he was still young, he liked it very much. But in recent years, he had not touched it for a long time.
Sara nodded his head, not fully understanding what he was saying.
Hank stood up and pulled Sara up again. "I'm done washing my hands and having a meal."
Sara went to the bathroom obediently, and Hank followed her slowly. He was too tall, which gave people a strong sense of oppression. Sara always felt as if he was being targeted by a wolf in the forest in the middle of the night.
She turned on the faucet to wash her hands, and Hank was washing next to her. Sara looked sideways and found that Hank's fingers were slender and white, which were slim and fair. There were countless hand models in the pavilion, which were very pleasing to the eye in the light.
He slowly squeezed the sink and washed his hands, which was neither warm nor hot.
Sara looked at his side face and saw his long and thin eyelashes. He blinked slightly...
"Ah!" A cold look suddenly appeared on Sara's face. He screamed and stared at the culprit with wide eyes.
The killer's hand was full of hand- washing liquid bubbles. He patted her cheek and said, "What are you looking at? Are you coveting your uncle's beauty?"
Sara's white and tender palm was covered with bubbles. It looked dull, and there was a blank mist in its eyes because of the shock just now. However, it brought out a stream of demon's charm, which made people want to be lecherous.
She took two steps back and said softly, "No, no!"
Hank took a step forward and said, "Really?"
Sara's face slowly turned red. She bit her lip and said, "It's true that there's no..."
"I have." The man's voice was hoarse. "Shall I kiss you?"
"No... Eh!"
Before she could finish her words, she couldn't say a word.
Hank blocked all her syllables overbearingly, so that she could only swallow it.
Sara widened his eyes and looked at Hank's magnified face in horror. It was said that distance was beautiful, but even though this man was so close to him, he was still very beautiful. His body was full of the temperament of hormones that made people blush and heartbeat.
"Why do you want to open your eyes?" Hank pressed his lips against hers and asked softly. His voice was hoarse beyond words. "Be a good girl and open your mouth."
Sara:
"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah! I don't want it! Master Hank, you are such a hooligan!"
Sara did not know where his strength came from. He pushed Hank away. Even if she pushed Hank back a little with all her strength, she was still shrouded in Hank's breath, like a territory surrounded by wild beasts. No matter where she fled, the fierce beast could be found.
Sara lowered his head and did not dare to look at Hank at all. He walked out sullenly and almost knocked into Aunt Dovlin, who had invited them to dinner, and Aunt Dovlin said, "... Miss Martin, it's time for dinner."
Sara stopped running to his room and went to the restaurant.
Hank leaned against the wall of the bathroom. He looked at her retreating figure and smiled happily. Then he slowly pulled out a tissue and walked to the back of Sara's chair.
Sara's entire being was like a frightened bird. He stared at him warily. You, what are you doing?"
Hank held her back with one hand and stuck the tissue on her face. He said in a joking voice, "There is still a bubble on your face. Why don't you clean your face and go out? You're too naughty."
Aunt Lyons, who didn't know the truth, said, "Why did you put the bubble on your face?"
Hank said in a serious tone, "That's right. I'm so old, but I don't know how to take care of myself."
Sara was speechless. "Who on earth did this?"
Hank pretended to be a wolf with a cold tail and taught Sara a lesson. "Don't do this again in the future."
Sara was speechless. "... Got it."
The dinner was very sumptuous, but Sara didn't know what to eat. When Gemini woke up, it followed the smell to find Sara. Sara just put down his chopsticks and went to get dog food for it.
The imported dog food was sold at a price. Gemini was not picky at all and ate very happily. Sara squatted aside to watch him eat. He reached out to touch its dog head and sighed sadly. "I respect Master Hank as my father, but he doesn't care about me at all... Gemini, don't you think too much? He needs me to treat him well."
Gemini: "Bowwow! Bowwow!"
Sara was speechless. "Well, forget it. You don't understand."
Sara stared at it as it finished its dog's food. After playing with it for a while, he went upstairs to change his clothes.