The little boy looked speechless at the pretty little girl who had suddenly appeared, really wanting to tell her that the world wasn’t as simple as she thought.
"Little brother, let’s run away."
"Big brother!" the little boy insisted.
"Alright, big brother. Big brother, let’s run away."
"My leg is broken; I can’t run," the little boy said calmly.
Curly looked down at the boy’s leg, which was twisted strangely. It was indeed broken.
"Did those people break your leg?"
"Yeah."
Curly clenched her little fists. "That’s too much!" she said, filled with indignation. "I’ll go tell my dad, and he’ll avenge you!"
...
"My dad is so amazing, so strong, no one can beat him!" Curly said, her face full of admiration, then whispered, "But, my dad is a bit afraid of his wife."
"You should leave."
"What about you?"
"My dad will co to rescue ."
Curly furrowed her little brow and remained silent for a mont, staring at his leg. Her eyes soon began to water.
Seeing her beautiful eyes welling up with tears, on the verge of spilling, the little boy quickly said, "Don’t cry!"
"My mom is a doctor; she can heal your leg!"
...
"It’s okay that your leg is broken; I can carry you. I’m very strong."
Curly raised her arm, trying to show off the muscles on her arm like her father, but her arms were chubby, with no visible muscles, just soft flesh.
"Look at my muscles!"
... the little boy thought.
Curly stood up, ready to carry him, but after taking a few steps, she couldn’t move any further.
The little boy’s face turned even redder. "Put down!" he said in a low, embarrassed voice.
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Curly’s hands passed under his armpits, holding him up. His legs dangled, dragging on the ground as she pulled him along. It was more accurate to say she was dragging rather than carrying him.
The distance from the stable to the dog hole was only about twenty or thirty ters. A mont ago, Curly felt like she had dashed across in the blink of an eye. But now, carrying this "big brother," she struggled to walk.
Curly was a ss: her bun was disheveled, her hair was full of grass, her beautiful skirt was dirty, and her arm was scratched.
When I get back, Mom will definitely scold to death! she thought.
"What’s your na?"
"Ernest Turner!"
Usually, after one person introduced themselves, the other would do the sa. However, the little girl didn’t tell him her na.
She must have been exhausted. She was panting heavily, and her sweat dripped onto his face.
Actually, he could crawl over by himself, Ernest thought. But for so reason, he’d rather be dragged by her than let her see him crawling like a dog.
"What’s your na?" Since she didn’t offer it, Ernest had to ask.
"Curly."
Curly? He savored the na, and suddenly those two ordinary syllables felt uniquely special.
"Yeah, because my hair is curly, so my nickna is Curly. My little brother better not have curly hair."
"Why not?"
"Because my mom said if my brother has curly hair, I’ll be called Big Curly, and my brother will be Little Curly... My mom is so unfair! Big Curly sounds awful. Even Flower Bun would be better."
Flower Bun sounds just as bad, Ernest thought.
"Curly is a nickna. What’s your full na?"
"Jayce Johnson."
"Jayce Johnson?"
"Yeah, my great-grandmother gave the na. If my mom nad , she’d have nad Ji Curly. My mom has no talent for naming people. My mom also said that when my little brother is born, she’ll na him Adrian. My dad’s surna is Desmond. My mom thinks the Chinese na ’Quan Le’—using Dad’s surna ’Quan’ as the given na—is auspicious because it sounds like ’all complete.’ But why not na him Wish or Great Fortune? Those sound even more auspicious. Sigh... I’m really worried about my little brother’s na!"
"Your dad’s last na is Desmond, so why is your last na Johnson?"
"My dad married into my mom’s family."
"What does it an to marry into a family?"
"Usually, won marry n. Marrying into a family ans a man marries a woman."
Ernest looked at Curly in astonishnt. "How can a man marry a woman?"
"It’s possible. My mom said that when I grow up, she’ll find a husband to marry into our family too!"
Ernest fell silent.
Curly finally managed to drag Ernest to the dog hole. Like a marathon runner who had finally reached the finish line, she let go of him and sat down heavily on the ground, panting.
"So tired, I’m exhausted."
Curly caught her breath but didn’t dare to linger, afraid those two people might return. She pushed aside the grass in front of the dog hole and said to Ernest, "I’ll crawl through first, and then I’ll pull you over."
"Did you crawl through a dog hole to get in here?"
"Yeah."
Ernest looked at the dog hole. My understanding of the world has been completely overturned by this little girl, he thought.
Curly’s head went into the dog hole. Ernest saw her little bottom arching as she crawled like a worm. Her skirt flew up, revealing her strawberry-patterned underwear. His face instantly turned red to the tips of his ears.
He quickly looked away, not daring to glance again.
"Hey, hurry up, I’ll pull you over," Curly whispered from the other side.
Crawling through a dog hole was a blow to Ernest’s pride.
However, considering his circumstances, Ernest sighed and resigned himself to it. He was skinnier than Curly, so it was quite easy for him to crawl through.
"We’re safe now!" Curly finally relaxed completely.
"Where is this?"
"This is my dad’s ex-wife’s house!"
Ernest frowned, looking at the girl sitting unceremoniously on the ground.
"Did your parents divorce?"
"No."
"But you said this is your dad’s ex-wife’s house."
"Oh, my dad remarried!"
... Ernest was speechless.
Adrian Desmond finally contacted Curly’s bodyguard and found out what his precious daughter had been up to.
Although a bodyguard was secretly protecting her, ensuring there was no real danger, he still felt a lingering fear when he thought about what she had done.
It seed that Sienna Johnson was right; he had spoiled her too much, making her reckless and unaware of the world’s dangers.
"Daddy!" Curly saw her tall and imposing father striding over, and her heart finally settled.
She reached out with both arms, wanting her dad to hold her. Adrian Desmond picked her up, flipped her over onto his lap, and then delivered several resounding smacks to her bottom.
Curly was stunned.
A mont later, the pain registered in her bottom, and she realized she had been spanked.
"Dad, you hit ?"
"Do you have any idea how dangerous your actions were today?" Adrian Desmond scolded her sternly.
"You hit ..." Curly choked out, then began to sob.
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