Her original gaze was at the other objects in the room. But Flora's sudden movement startled her, and Mousse turned his gaze to Flora. Then, by accident, I saw the small dots and looming ...... on the other party's chest Ahem, pecs.

Although I am proud of our older leftover women, I am proud.

But that's too ——!!!

Mousse's face was red and blue, and some blood surged up in an instant, no, no, no, men, please stay away from me! I'm still a pure child, and I can't accept something so filthy.

This...... Mousse swore that his blood was definitely not because of his beauty, but because he felt threatened.

yes, yes!

Ahh

It's half man and half woman, good guy.

Obviously a little milk dog, why is his figure so good? [The author secretly slipped and drooled]

Grass (a plant!) ）。

Mousse closed his eyes, turned his head, and stretched out his hand to pull the other party's clothes up, and a pull was a god that forced Flo's clothes to fit properly.

Amitabha, Amitabha.

Color is emptiness.

"......" Flora's face froze slightly.

He slowly lowered his head, looked at the neckline that had suddenly become upright, and was silent for a moment.

He didn't know why, but he actually felt a sense of weakness welling up from the bottom of his heart.

"No, it's not—" Seeing that the atmosphere had become a little strange again, Mousse wanted to cry without tears. Why is it that every guy in a different world is cloudy and uncertain, the sky is clear one second, the next second is gloomy and invincible, and there will be no time point for handover when they change their faces one by one?

Mousse grimaced, and smiled dryly: "It's just that I feel that the distance between the two of us is a little closer, and I see that the collar is a little crooked, so I'll help you straighten ......."

She's been a little incoherent.

Flora leaned her face closer, paused, and smiled, "My lord, I don't think we're close enough." ”

"Adults used to be very close to me." As she spoke, Flora's expression fell, some grandmothers, it was really that person who saw that person and felt pity.

Flora's half-drooping clothes and faintly visible colors were a scene that stuck in Mousse's mind for a long time.

Mousse struggled to resist the impact of Flora's beauty, and stumbled, "No, it won't be, right?" I don't remember anything. ”

I would never attack a man, this is really false, my character has always been like this, Mousse doesn't believe that he was another character before he lost his memory.

And, now, she thinks that the claim of amnesia is something to consider.

Although the words of amnesia were brought up by Mousse himself. But when she said this, the people around her seemed to take it for granted, and at most they only suspected her of using a little trick. Moreover, these people look very familiar, not like they are fake.

It seems that it is really like this after getting along for many years, or knowing each other.

Flora's face almost said that Mousse was a negative man, Mousse she was confused, she really didn't remember anything.

"My lord, you used to be so ...... to me" Flora was still sad to squeeze a tear from her eyes, and she wanted to stop talking.

Oh no.

Now Mousse really doesn't know what to do. If she encounters that kind of dragon Aotian male protagonist, what kind of paranoid villain male protagonist, she still has a way to deal with the male protagonist of sand sculpture, but when she encounters this kind of guy who can cry, it is really the first time in her life.

Although there have been countless firsts since the world was chaotic, there have been countless firsts, but every first occurrence is cherished.

But whether he follows the other party's words, or changes the topic, if he changes the topic, can he transfer successfully, will he transfer halfway through, and Flora will be blackened again.

"......," Mousse mused.