Stand Still, Don’t Run Away, My Little Wife

Danae thought that the rich young master, taking the girl out to play, would drive a luxury car and dress formally or something.

But he completely contrary to what she thought.

The boy was wearing a white casual shirt and sportswear, and his whole body was permeated with the breath of youth.

She forgot to say that he came by bike.

When Cyril saw her coming out, his mouth grinned. She was very beautiful and made him feel…

She was like the best girl in the world, pure without any dust.

“They are waiting for us.”

“They?”

There was still someone else.

It turned out that they were not just two of them.

Suddenly, she really breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of her heart.

Danae couldn’t ride a bicycle, and it was also the first time she was sitting in the back seat of a bicycle. She was a little nervous and has nowhere to put her hand. Danae was afraid that her skirt will be lifted by the wind, so she has to press one hand on the skirt while the other hand…

“If you are afraid of falling, just grab my clothes.”

Cyril seemed to notice the girl’s hesitation. But for a moment, she reached out and gently grabbed a corner of his clothes.

“Sit tight.”

The boy smiled, rode a bicycle and took the girl he liked through the shade road. Soon, there was no shadow.

Perhaps there should be such moments in every period of youth.

Danae never knew before that the sound of the wind was like this.

She could clearly feel the itching of the warm breeze across her cheeks and through the long shade road. She looked at the shadow projected on the ground by the bicycle and was somewhat distracted. Perhaps even she didn’t notice it, the eyes gradually replaced the cold warmth and spread little by little in her body.

… …

The man standing in front of the French window reflected a awe－inspiring reflection in his dark black pupils.

It was the first time that his little girl has gone out with other people.

Wearing a white plaid skirt, her ponytail is like a simple and carefree darling girl. The more like this, the more pitiful she is.

… …

When they arrived at the camping place, she realized that many friends of Cyril were also there.

They should all be the college students, about the same age as her.

“Danae, what do you want to eat, I’ll let them bake it for you.”

The girl’s eyes fell on the baked food and frowned slightly. Can these be eaten?

Since childhood, she has never touched these foods. Raymond forbade her to touch these foods, saying that she would get sick after eating them.

She shook her head but did not speak.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t eat those. I have prepared sandwiches for you.”

His movement, in the eyes of those friends, is pleasing the girl.

Some people joked：

“Is she your Girlfriend or you are still chasing her?”

“Don’t talk nonsense, we are all classmates.”

The group of people were talking and laughing there, and Danae pretended that she didn’t hear them.

She sat in a position and looked at the pond in front of him. Opposite the pond was a dense forest, because in autumn, there were still red leaves rustling.

It was the first time she had come to such a place, left school, left Macaulay family, went to such a suburb, and saw such a natural landscape.

Soon, Cyril came and sat down beside her.Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

He knew her temper and could not play with those people.

“You don’t like such occasions, don’t you?”

Don’t like it?

She shook her head, and her bland voice seemed to be so disapproving at any time－

“There is no like or dislike.”