Tessa’s white hand grabbed one of Flynn’s fingers, and raised the clear deer eyes, “Dad, I’m really fine, don’t worry about it.”
“You can’t just protect Dad.” Flynn held Tessa’s palm with his backhand, and the cuffs stretched upward, revealing a beautiful and charming wrist line.
The boy’s eyebrows raised, and the thick eyes stained with ink seemed to move on the girl’s delicate face, “Baby, love is mutual.”
Like in the past, every time he was in distress, the little girl always fought hard to defend him.
Now, it should be his turn.
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