The double ponytail completed by Jia Lan himself achieved the praise of all members of the Jia family.

Including Aunt Qiao, who has already spoken a few words to Jia Ying so far, also looked at Jia Ying twice when she walked out, and nodded lightly under Steward Dong's repeated praise, agreeing with Steward Dong's words.

Maybe the elders always like to see the cute appearance of children, otherwise there would be no idiom of 'colorful clothes to entertain relatives'.

Originally, in order to make Garan happy, Kahotaru didn't mind wearing such a hairstyle.

In her opinion, it was just a hairstyle, not a big deal.

What's more, excluding other factors, just talk about the beauty of the face - platinum gold diamond bow headband, black double ponytail, clear and flawless snow-white skin, picturesque eyebrows and eyes, amber pure pupils, and ruddy lips.

A seventeen-year-old slender girl is like a delicate porcelain doll that should be placed in the cupboard, and if you hold it in the palm of your hand, you will worry about falling her or melting it in the temperature of your palm.

When Steward Dong came over with the refreshments she always liked, she was more cautious than ever, and the end of her speech brought up a soft little tail.

Ka Hotaru knew in her heart.

She is completely deceptive in this dress.

I don't mind that Steward Dong suddenly treats her like a fragile object, and Ren this old man happily enjoys the mood of taking care of a young child.

Jia Ying picked up the tea he had just brewed, had just drunk half of it, and before he could swallow it, he raised his gaze with a feeling.

Except for Steward Dong, the servants passing by quietly stared at it.

Steward Dong was particularly kind and gentle and asked, "Miss, is there anything wrong with the taste?"

Jia Ying shook her head and drank tea calmly.

"Click. ”

She tilted her head.

Her brother blatantly took pictures with his mobile phone.

was seen by her, and took a photo with a "click".

Jia Hotaru thought for a moment and called out to him, "Brother." ”

Garan put down her phone slightly and looked at her quietly.

The lips, which have always been calm, are relaxed, as if you can still see a slightly upward arc.

This arc alone is enough to show how good Garan is in the mood right now.

"I'm right here. Kahotaru said.

Garan: "Hmm. ”

It's not that she didn't understand what her sister meant, but Garan still asked in a low voice, "Can't you shoot?"

In the same way that Garan says 'yes' to any of her requests, Hotaru rarely says 'no' to Garan.

Especially the question that Garan asks every time is actually not a big deal.

During this period of silence, Garan then asked, "Don't you like Hotaru?"

It's two choices, like and dislike, don't choose either, it's not impossible to be reasonable, but...... Just take pictures.

Glancing at Garan's focused eyes, Garatsu: "Whatever you want." ”

Garan put down her phone and sat close to herring.

"If you don't like it, you won't shoot. As he spoke, he lifted the hair that had fallen on his shoulders and hooked it between his fingers, and in a few moments he wrapped his fingers around his fingers.

A wisp of dark incense emanated from Jia Hotaru's body and was captured by Jia Lan, as if a trace of invisible and real Mars, silently fell into his snowy heart, "Zi~", easily burned a trace, the spark disappeared, and the aftersmoke hooked the soul.

"There is no dislike. ”

His sister's voice seemed to be separated by a thin and misty fog, and he lowered his head and sniffed the hair in his hand under his nose.

Jia Hotaru, who didn't get an immediate response, looked over in surprise, and saw a man with his head down, his fan-shaped eyelashes looked extremely stunning from this angle, and the falling green shadow covered the emotions in his eyes hazy, and at first glance he thought he was kissing the hair in his hand.

This picture is incredibly gentle and beautiful, with a touch of shocking beauty and ambiguity.

In the next second, Jia Lan raised his gaze, and his dark eyes were so cold that they showed the tranquility of the night sky, a different kind of clarity and simplicity.

That trace of beautiful ambiguity is broken under such a gaze.

"What's wrong?" asked Kahotaru, looking at the hair he still twined between his fingers.

"The smell is different," Garan said. ”

What scent?

This sentence has not yet been asked.

When I saw Garan, she pulled a strand of hair into her lips.

The lips that are redder than ordinary people are like red wine, usually with cold white skin, and the cold and elegant temperament is particularly ascetic and intimate. At this time, biting this strand of hair, the black and red are incomparably bright.

Between the first line of abstinence, the first step is forbidden, and the next step is desire.

It took a half-beat for Hotaru to pull her hair out of her mouth.

Garan followed her head, and then his head came to her shoulder.

I couldn't see Garan's expression, but I felt my breath touch the skin on my neck.

Jia Ying imagined that picture, and pushed Jia Lan away in a funny and speechless manner, "Brother, we use the same bath products. ”

"It's not that smell. Garan said: "Sometimes you can smell it, sometimes you can't smell it." As if dissatisfied with this, his brow furrowed in disbelief as he said this.

Kahotaru came to her senses, and was a little surprised.

After breaking through the first layer of the "Prajna Heart Sutra", the dark fragrance accompanied by the deceptive heart has long been retracted by her, and there have been no accidents on weekdays, but Garan can still smell it?

quietly checked her body again, and confirmed that it was not that she was not clean enough, then it could only be her brother's talent.

There are many cases of Jia Lan's talent, and it is nothing to be able to smell the dark fragrance on her body, Jia Ying explained unmindfully: "This is the effect that came with the last breakthrough, speaking of which, I am curious about what my brother will smell like after breaking through." ”

One arm was around her waist and she was hugged to her lap as easily as a child.

Then he put his arm around the back of her head and motioned for her to smell it casually.

Jia Ying smiled, and then reacted to what this meant, "Brother, you broke through?"

Garan didn't shake her head or nod, "I don't know." ”

His situation was different from that of Kahotaru, and there was no obvious change in the way.

The hand holding his sister tightened, and the two of them were almost close together.

Garan's behavior is almost like holding a large doll, and it's still the kind of baby doll that she loves to cherish. It's not enough to hug it, but you have to go over, and occasionally rub your sister's face lightly with your own face.

Without the rejection of the resistance, this small action is done more.

Every time he is like this, the look between his eyebrows becomes soft visibly to the naked eye, and after the coldness in his eyes melts away, it is like being evaporated and a little blurry, revealing the satisfaction of complete relaxation, and the aura around him can also be clearly felt to be getting softer and softer.

This appearance is simply defenseless and innocent.

"It's good to have the same taste as Hotaru. Garan said.

So I hugged her like this, thinking that the two of them could get the fragrance on it next to each other, and then the taste would be the same?

That's a naïve idea......

It's so cute.

With a low 'poof', she couldn't help but let out too presumptuous laughter.

Maybe in the eyes of others, there is no way to use the word 'cute' on Garan anyway. But in Jia Hotaru's eyes, her brother is really cute, not just cute and soft and innocent, but lovely, deeply loved.

He deserves to be loved, and he deserves to be loved.