Agent secret Wind Boy

Chapitre 3

Sure enough, a moment later, his small figure came into my view.

"Hi!" I smiled slightly at him.

He maintained that incredibly cool expression. He walked into the house without even acknowledging me. He pulled a cloth bag from somewhere and tossed it at me.

"I knew Taishan wouldn't ignore me. Did he bring food for his sister? Were you worried about me?" I opened the bag without hesitation and sure enough, it was a big bag of wild fruit.

He casually picked one up and popped it into his mouth.

"Wow! That's amazing, little Taishan, where did you find such delicious food?"

My response was, of course, silence. No problem, I'm used to it anyway—human adaptability is truly terrifying. He was facing away from me, busy with something at that table.

"Little White, come here, come here!" Having gotten bored with the little devil, I naturally set my sights on the giant. I beckoned to it. — It clearly didn't know "Little White" was its new name; it just stared at me with wide eyes and tilted its head.

"Hehe, never seen a beautiful woman before?" I winked and made a face at Xiaobai—since Qiao Na wasn't around, I might as well show off a little.

"Feet." Suddenly, Taishan was standing next to me, uttering a single word with a mocking expression.

"Oh." I awkwardly stopped making faces and obediently stretched out my injured foot in front of him.

"Do you even know how to treat it? What is that thing? Are you sure it's not poisonous? Don't make me a cripple, I still want to get married." I looked at the dark, murmured object in his hand with unease.

"No," he replied simply, continuing to unwrap my bandages without even looking up.

"Can't do what? Do you mean you can't cure it, or that you can't make me crippled?" I quickly asked.

"None of them!"

"Huh?!" I forcefully pulled my foot back. "Don't use me as a guinea pig! I really don't want to be a cripple!" I yelled.

"Huh! You answered me?" I belatedly realized this. Without thinking, I stopped struggling—I'd only been moving a couple of times anyway. It's just him and me here; if he doesn't treat me, who will? Actually, I was mostly just teasing him. At his age, he should be innocent, lively, and without guile. How could he possibly act like this little old man?

He carefully cleaned my wound, and I gritted my teeth and endured the pain without making a sound. Taking this opportunity, I took a closer look at him.

His skin was bronze, and his slightly thin face had a pair of rather handsome, sword-like eyebrows. His slender eyes shone like stars, and beneath his high nose, his thin lips were tightly pursed, revealing a stubbornness—damn it, I couldn't help but curse in my mind—this kid's eyelashes were even longer than mine.

"Did you see clearly?" He looked at me with a half-smile.

"Hehe," I said, scratching my head sheepishly. "I never would have guessed that you, little guy, were such a handsome guy."

"???" His eyes flashed with a question mark.

"He's just not bad looking, you idiot," I explained to him reluctantly.

"Although I'm still a little bit less beautiful than my older sister, I'm still passable overall. Of course, it's rare to find a beauty like me in the world. You don't need to be too sad." I offered him a fake consolation—I thought, maybe this car accident not only broke my leg, but also damaged my brain—otherwise, how could I have become so talkative? This is Jona's specialty.

He didn't speak, but his eyes held a hint of amusement, a kind of assessment. After a long pause, he finally uttered, "Go to sleep."

"Go to sleep," he dismissed me with just two words. But today was quite fruitful; at least he spoke, right? Just wait, I'll definitely make you more lively and cheerful—I secretly vowed to myself, watching his retreating figure.

He waved his hand, and Xiao Bai plopped down on the ground with his back to us, completely blocking the doorway. He looked just like a door god—wow, really clever! How did he come up with that? This method isn't bad. Although this is on a cliff, deep in the mountains, having a bodyguard like this outside makes us feel more at ease, right?

"Come on," I said, patting the bed next to me and generously offering him half of my bed.

He walked slowly over, but instead of getting into bed, he "crawled" under it.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I bent down and tried to pull him out.

Then he emerged again, this time with a bundle of animal hides in his hand?! — It really was a tiger hide. A perfectly intact one.

"You, you..." I stammered, pointing at him.

Ignoring my surprise, he walked straight to a corner of the house, lay down, and rolled his small body into the tiger skin.

Ugh... I wanted the tiger skin too! How could you be so selfish? You got such a magnificent tiger skin for yourself, and all I got was this ugly, dark thing. Humph! Stingy! You're such a cheapskate! No gentlemanly manners at all. But then again, I doubt this kid even knows what a gentleman is. Let alone something far more difficult than this. Talking to him about gentlemanly manners is like casting pearls before swine. I thought to myself with a self-deprecating smile.

"What is gentlemanly conduct?" He looked at me expectantly, clearly waiting for me to explain.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

"How did you know what I was thinking?" I was startled and choked—had I really said it aloud instead of just thinking it in my mind? Even with my thick skin, I couldn't help but blush deeply—luckily it was late and he couldn't see me, otherwise I would have been incredibly embarrassed.

"What is it?" He was still fixated on the answer to the previous question.

"It means men should treat girls well, and women should come first." I glanced at him, then added sheepishly, "Of course, you're still a child, not a man. You don't have to take that seriously. Just pretend I was talking nonsense."

As soon as I finished speaking, I saw him glare at me fiercely, then suddenly turn his back and bury his head in the tiger skin.

Wow, she's actually angry?! Really, she's so young and already knows how to be so proud! I smiled wryly and didn't say anything more. I'm tired after all this fuss. We can talk about it tomorrow. I yawned deeply and closed my eyes to drift off to sleep.

For the next few days, Taishan didn't speak to me at all, as if I had committed some terrible crime. I ignored him—try to be cool with me? I have Xiaobai, who's afraid of who?

But I know that when I can't see him, he's always watching me, secretly observing my every move. Sometimes when I wake up from a nap, I can still catch a glimpse of his gaze, filled with a complex mix of inquiries, scrutiny, wariness, and contemplation, as he fails to escape in time.

I didn't bother him because I knew that it would take more than two or three days for a child who had been isolated from the world and abandoned by his family to lower his guard against me—I know this all too well myself.

Those days of being abandoned, ignored, and uncared for—wasn't that what made me "isolated"? Because I know better than anyone that silence is not indifference, but a weapon I use to protect myself from being hurt by others.

Therefore, I felt deeply saddened by the inhumane treatment he received at such a young age, and a strange sense of heartache followed. —If one day I can leave these mountains, I will definitely take Taishan with me, because at this moment I already consider him family.

Days passed, and I was finally able to stand up and walk freely. Haha! What a joyous occasion in my life! It's a pity there's no wine here, otherwise I would have drunk a whole cup!

Although Taishan still doesn't talk much, I can tell that he has gradually changed from being wary, suspicious, and indifferent to being peaceful towards me. He rarely looks at me with that icy gaze anymore, and sometimes his eyes even show concern.

The biggest gain during this period was that Xiaobai finally obeyed my commands. It also finally accepted the name I gave it—of course, how could it compare to my stubbornness?

Just like now, I'm playing with Xiaobai in the front yard, and Taishan is still busy with his flowers and plants as always—I don't need to apply medicine anymore. But he still brings back a bunch of herbs every day and keeps fiddling with them. —But his eyes are always sneaking glances at us. I know he's afraid I might accidentally fall off the cliff.