Sara followed Hank and got into the car. Hank said slowly, "Now you believe that I didn't lie to you, right?"
Zara really did not do anything wrong. It seemed that she was only an ordinary friend of Hank, and he treated her like a big sister.
Sara nodded and said, "Hmm..."
Hank said, "You suspected uncle before and made him very sad. Sara, you have to compensate me. You know, our old people's hearts are very fragile."
Sara: ".."
She licked her lips. "What compensation do you want?"
His voice was soft. He seemed to be saying that he could make any request if he was too soft.
Hank swallowed back the words that were about to slip into his mouth and said in Sara's ear, "Put on the pajamas I bought for you tonight."
Sara was stunned-didn't she wear the pajamas Hank bought for her every night?
She thought Hank was just teasing her, but when night fell, she realized that this man had ulterior motives. She was holding on to a pink and white dress, and her cheeks were red. "I, I don't want to wear this!"
Hank sat aside and poured himself a glass of red wine slowly. His handsome face looked a little evil. He said, "You promised me this. Sara, you are not a good girl if you don't keep your promise."
Sara: "..." #
How could she know that this old hooligan wanted her to wear such pajamas!!
The dress she carried in her hand was a nightdress, which was very short and could only cover her thighs. There was also a furry round tail behind it, and the hat was covered with a pair of pink ears... Shame on her!
Hank took a sip of red wine and said, "Sara, it's getting late. It's time for you to sleep. Go take a bath."
Sara was speechless. "How did you manage to put on such a sanctimonious face and say such things?"
Sara's cheeks were red, shy and angry. but she had no way to deal with the old man in front of her, so she could only go into the bathroom and came out wrapped in a bath towel twenty minutes later. She felt that she was super smart-wrapped in a bath towel, and then she could see nothing!
When Hank saw that she had wrapped herself up tightly, he didn't say anything. Instead, he turned to Sara and said, "Come over here. I'll blow your hair."
Sara looked at him warily and then slowly moved over.
The old man was very well-behaved. He patiently dried her thick long hair and did not mean to do anything bad to her. Sara was a little sleepy by the warm wind. She looked up at Hank with her eyes full of mist.
The man's hand paused, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. He said hoarsely with her white and tender earlobe, "Sara, don't look at a man like this."
Sara was confused. "What?" What did she see?
Sara rubbed her eyes, but before she could open her mouth, suddenly she felt her waist was locked by a hand. Hank held her on his lap and slowly pulled off the lace of the bathrobe-
Sara grabbed his hand and said, "... What, what are you doing!"
Hank pinched her face and said matter- of-factly, "We'll see if the clothes suit you."
He was quite a high-sounding figure.
Sara wasn't a person who went back on his words. If she promised Hank today, there was no reason for her to go back on her word. Once her bathrobe was lifted, the only thing inside was the white rabbit's clothing.
The clothes were really short, which could only cover the part under Sara's thigh. She almost sat directly on Hank's leg, and the touch was particularly clear.
With a red face, she bit her lips and looked down not to see Hank's expression, but she could feel that Hank put the hat on her, and her ears immediately straightened up.
The girl in his arms had snow-white skin and was giving off a warm fragrance. Her eyes were bright and her teeth were white. She did not look like the color that a human should have.
Hank's eyes darkened, as if he had sunk into a deep sea. With absolute possessiveness, he said in a hoarse voice, "You now look like a furry rabbit."
Sara moved, so did the long ears on her head. Embarrassed, she said, "I, I was pretending to be a rabbit! I'm sleepy, I want to sleep..."
Hank slipped his hand into the room from the snow-white cloth and said in a casual tone, "It's only eight o'clock. There's no hurry."
Sara: "..." Just now, which old man said that she should be sleeping?!
Two hours later, Sara held her little Dinosaur in her arms and lay on the bed, feeling hopeless.
Hank stepped out of the bathroom and rubbed the back of her neck slowly. "I didn't really touch you," he said, his voice carrying a hint of a smile.
Sara: "..." "Is this the reason you've played with me for two hours?! I don't accept it!"
Sara was an obedient child who had never been exposed to such matters. Naturally, she was not a match for the old men. She could do whatever she wanted. If her instincts told her that things didn't work, she would start crying, crying and kicking up a fuss. However, the old man's mouth was particularly good at coaxing people at times like this. There was no way for her to resist at all.
The more Sara thought about it, the more blushed she got. She was so angry that she grabbed Hank's hand and took a bite, leaving a circle of small teeth marks.
Hank was not angry at all. Instead, he snorted and said, "Jackie is getting more and more bold."
Sara thought to herself, "You're becoming more and more shameless."
Hank lifted the blanket and said, "Good girl, it's 10 o'clock, and you're going to sleep, huh?"
Sara: "..." I could have fallen asleep at 8 o'clock!
With a blush on her face, she huffed a little further away from him and fell asleep with her little Dinosaur in her arms.
Hank was not in a hurry. After waiting quietly for ten minutes, he saw a small white hand reaching out. It was like a little beast looking for food in the snow. When she felt heat, she would hold it as if she had seen food and would not let it go.
Hank held her in his arms and let her cheek stick to his chest. Smelling the soft and sweet fragrance, he closed his eyes.
In the hospital.
The doctor finally came out of the emergency room with a good expression on his face. The parents of the family immediately surrounded him and asked, "Doctor! How is the situation of the daughter?! Is she okay?"
The doctor made a calm gesture and said, "The patient's injury is not too serious, but she has a serious desire for life. When she fell down the stairs, she had a serious concussion and now she has lost consciousness. If she doesn't want to wake up herself, she may never wake up in her life."
Helen's mother's legs went limp. "Are you saying... you're saying that my Little will become a vegetable?!"
The doctor nodded. "It's like this."
Helen's mother immediately burst into tears. Helen's mother was out of breath and said, "My poor daughter! How did you end up like this?!"