When she was falling down as a little girl, her father and Estrella helped her hoot, her grandfather too, the whole family loved her and everyone loved her but Severo Laris.
The more you think about it, the more aggravated you become.
Severo Laris, seeing her eyes red and on the verge of tears, thought she was on the verge of tears from the pain, so he put his arm around her and looked down and blew gently on her forehead, “Does it still hurt?”
“Give me a kiss.”
The girl in his arms, clutching his shirt with her small hands, was spoiled and looked at him with a pair of watery eyes, which instantly softened his heart to water, and he could no longer be indifferent to her.
Severo Laris lowered his gaze and kissed her literally on the forehead.
“One more kiss.”
“…”
Severo Laris was struck by the fact that someone could get so drunk and get so carried away.
If he didn’t kiss him, the little thing in his arms wouldn’t stop fussing, wouldn’t stop tormenting him, rubbing against him, rubbing everywhere.
Lowering her head, she went back to kissing his little white forehead.
“Is it all right now?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck, smiling sweetly and adorably, drunk and confused, and asked, “Severo, I’m being good, can you stop being mean to me?”
Severo Laris wrung out a hot towel and replied indifferently, then said, “Give me your hand.”
The girl obediently offered her small, white hand, looking soft in her helplessness.
Severo Laris wiped his hands with a hot towel, wrung out another and wiped his face.
Paula Rouco’s little arms rejoined him and she shielded her arms to pout, “You are no longer allowed to call me Paula. ”
Severo Laris’ dark eyes looked at her playfully and asked, following her words, “What was that called?”
The girl pondered for half a day, frowned a long time in thought and said, “My family calls me Paulita, so you can’t call me that, everyone calls me Paulita, but you’re not like them.”
Severo Laris sat with his arms around her on the floor, a soft spot in his heart, soft as sand, loving emotion overflowing everywhere as if he could never take it back.
He reached up and pushed her long, unruly hair behind her ear and asked in a deep whisper, “How am I different from them?”
“I like you, so you’re special.”
The domineering, whimsical confession amused Severo Laris with a light chuckle.
Paula Rouco’s soft, delicate fingers touched the corner of his lightly smiling lips: “You have a nice smile, Severo, so smile more often, will you?”.
He always had a stern face, more shy than his father’s.
Severo Laris took her small hand and pulled it away, his dark eyes held a warning with a hint of indulgent pampering, “Don’t touch her, don’t girls know how to be reserved?”
“It’s not like they can’t chase you if you’re reserved.”
“…” is eloquent enough when she’s drunk and can’t dissuade you.
Severo Laris lowered his head to rest it gently on her forehead, his dark eyes boring into her pretty little face, and apologized earnestly, “I shouldn’t have bullied you that day.
I think it scared the hell out of her when he did that to her that day in the library.
“It’s your fault.”
“Well, I’m not good, I’m bad.” Severo Laris was obedient to her, his voice low and magnetic and soft.
“Punish you for kissing me again, and being the soft type.”
The girl tilted her little chin up and asked for a…. A kiss.
Severo Laris wasn’t stingy either and plunged his big hand in. He sank his hand into her thick hair, grabbed the small nape of her neck and kissed her soft, wine-scented lips.
It’s soft, softer than the marshmallows he ate as a kid, and once you kiss it, you’re hooked. The addictive kind.
Severo Laris sighed softly, his voice raspy with a faint layer of affection, “Paulita, stop seducing me, I really can’t help it.”
“It’s not called Paulita.”
“Hmm? What’s it called you haven’t told me?”
The girl put her arms around his neck and brought her lips close to his ear, as if whispering to him, and said secretly, “Call me lita, no one else does, you’re the only one who calls me that from now on, it’s your exclusive name for me.”
Severo Laris looked at her sideways, the smile in his eyes deep and clear.
When he didn’t say anything, Paula Rouco threw her arms around his neck and shook him, “Severo, okay?”
“Okay, lita.”
Severo lifted her across the room and carried her to the bed, “It’s time to go to bed, stop, eh?”.
“I don’t want to sleep … unless you promise me one more thing…”
Severo Laris yelped and put a hand to his brow bone, he hadn’t expected it to be so hard when he was drunk. “What else?”
The girl’s soft fingertips, pressed against his thin lips, asserted her sovereignty in a domineering manner, “No more kisses from Engracia, no more kisses from other women either, only I can kiss you!”
Without thinking, Severo Laris’ thin lips spat out one word: “Yes”.
Paula Rouco’s little face immediately melted into a smile and she crawled under the sheets.
All the goals were met and the fun was overwhelming.
Severo Laris looked down at the little thing arching like a ball and gently patted her with his big hand through the blankets, “Good night, lita. ”
…
Severo Laris closed the door to his room and slept on the sofa in the living room, but he could no longer sleep.
His heart raced for her.
There had been few surges in his twenty-five years of life, so far, only three.
Once, when he received his acceptance letter from the Imperial University Law Department; once, when he stood guard outside the operating room and when the door opened, the doctor came out and told him that his mother’s operation had been a success.
Another time, just this evening, a bare-hearted girl told him that in her heart he was the special one, that she would always like him and that he was hers.
Not caring about his poverty, not caring about his poor birth, just liking him.
When he was seventeen, his father was imprisoned for a kidnapping case, and at the time, he was in the middle of his high school exams.
He and his mother hated the man who had made them lose their heads in front of their neighbors, and who had caused him to fail his entrance exams and miss his chosen university.
He will always be impressed by how Severo Laris came out on top that year.
At seventeen, the beginning of a normal teenager’s life, it was as if he had been condemned to death by God. The world was so powerful, so powerful that he could not think of changing it, it was as if everyone in the world was on his side, and gossip could destroy a man’s life expectancy.
He and his mother were forced to leave the alley where they lived, to a place where no one knew them.
He began to repeat his studies with great difficulty. In summer, the mosquitoes bit him all over his legs, but he never frowned; in winter, the cold penetrated his bones, but there was no coldness like his heart.
Calcified to the bone, he ended up at the top of his class in the city and enrolled in the Imperial University Law School.
He studied law to remind and encourage himself not to be the despicable person his father was, and even more so that no one as despicable as his father could despise the law and finally accept the sanction of the law.
Later, he studied finance in graduate school to earn money faster and change his and his mother’s living conditions.
Severo Laris believes that his heart has been frozen by the world and is as cold and hard as a hard stone.
But he had never thought that he would meet another person because she unconditionally stood in front of him and used her weak body to protect him for a moment.