Ling Luo sat on a soft chair in the courtyard, holding the cheap dragon who had eaten and drunk enough to squint and nap with his eyes, and basked in the sun leisurely.

"Luo'er~"

A certain wife and slave stood behind and leaned over cautiously.

A certain big fat cat in Ling Luo's arms, with black pointed cat ears moving slightly, raised its head, and its red black eyes narrowed into the shape of a cheap crescent moon.

Ling Luo didn't hear it at all, he didn't even lift it, and continued to concentrate on helping the cheap dragon Shunmao.

"Luo'er~"

Seeing that the little wife did not move, a certain wife slave took a step closer, took off a chair, and sat down next to her.

Ling Luo paused as he stroked the cheap dragon.

"Luo'er is not thirsty, pour tea for your husband."

In front of Xuanyuan Yu was a stone table with a pot of tea on it, rising and fragrant.

A certain wife and slave poured a cup of tea very attentively, held the purple sand cup in both hands, and handed it over.

Ling Luo's hand paused, and continued to stroke the hair on the back of a certain big black meow.

The cheap dragon felt as if there was a mountain pressing on his back, Xiao Luo was so powerful!

"Lady, I was wrong. Forgive me. ”

A certain wife and slave admit their mistakes and have a very good attitude, a pair of extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes, with three points of smile and seven points of spoiling.

There was silence in response.

The cheap dragon felt so hard.

He felt that the hair on his back was painful, but he didn't dare to squeak, for fear of annoying Xiaoluo, and she wouldn't give him a smooth hair in the future.

Hey, it's not easy to be born a dragon!

"Lady, if you don't speak, I'll treat you as a forgive." A certain cheeky wife and slave took a step closer, and half of his body was very shamelessly pasted over, next to Ling Luo's body, and handed the purple sand teacup in his hand to his wife's lips, and said, "Come, Luo'er, I'll feed you." ”

"Meow!!"

The cheap dragon felt that the hair on his neck was about to be torn off, and the cold sweat of pain came out.

He let out a scream and leaped away, breaking away from Ling Luo's clutches.

At the moment of escape, he hit Xuanyuan Yu's wrist.

With a "pop", the purple sand teacup fell to the ground, and the tea flowed into the grass and seeped in.

The innocent cheap dragon "meowed" and fled in embarrassment, he no longer wanted to be a sad sandwich biscuit.

That couple, let them die!

So, the grieving and angry dragon ran to the backyard to find Black Feather to play.

Ling Luo finally turned his head and looked at Xuanyuan Yu with an expressionless face.

As soon as Xuanyuan Yu's long arms stretched, he took his wife into his arms.

The familiar scent of medicine came, along his nostrils, into his heart, tickling his heart.

"I haven't forgiven you yet." Ling Luo pushed back Xuanyuan Yu's embrace, and a fold condensed between his eyebrows.

"I know." Xuanyuan Yu lowered his head and buried it in her shoulder, sniffing deeply at the body fragrance that overflowed from her white neck.

Ling Luo's body stiffened and asked, "Then you still don't let go of me?" ”

"Don't let it go!"

He hugged her tighter and tighter, his voice full of unquestionable firmness, "Don't let go of death!" ”

"You flowery man, you have a lot of criminal records!" Ling Luo pouted, venting his long-pent-up dissatisfaction.

"I'm sorry—" He hugged her tightly, refusing to let go of her as she struggled in his arms.

Her petite and soft body rubbed against her hard chest, and the temperature between the two of them rose inexplicably.