"Be good."
Long Xiliang lowered his voice.
If you're injured, you need to take care of it. Although the Long Family's physique allows wounds to heal quickly, if she doesn't clean the cuts first, sand and bacteria could enter the wound, and if it gets infected, her hands will be ruined.
Long Xingkui pouted slightly, like a child resisting an injection. "Then, let Brother Xiliang bandage me!"
Long Xiliang didn't respond to her.
Long Xingkui continued, "Every time I got hurt before, Brother Xiliang was the one who bandaged me."
"Come over here then." Long Xiliang said.
When he was 12, 6-year-old Long Xingkui was sent to train by Long Yuan.
No matter how much Long Yuan cherished her, he wouldn't violate the Long Family's rules. Moreover, only the strong are worthy of his affection.
If Long Xingkui were a weakling, no matter how likable she was, Long Yuan wouldn't spend any energy on the weak.
Six-year-old Long Xingkui, holding a gun two-thirds her height.
