Look at this pathetic one.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you don't apply cold compresses.

Qinghui was originally a spirit sword, and it was a spirit sword with a strong sense of competitiveness, even if it became a human being, although it would hurt, but for the pain, it would not be as unbearable as ordinary people.

The most important thing is.

Sleepy, humiliating, pull down the b-grid.

So I shut myself up, wishing that this thing would pass quickly.

But Sheng Junshu again and again, he had to come up and mention it over and over again.

The little girl was a little annoyed, her little body rolled and propped herself up, and she reached out and grabbed his neck from behind.

Sure enough, it's better to kill him, or lock him up?

'No, Lord Kiyoki, do you think about the little black house? I don't think the kind of quiet place in the little black house without a little vitality is not suitable for you who are strong, kind and beautiful, really, not worthy of you at all! ’

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the shallow coffee spoke decisively.

Qinghui was stunned for a moment, and also remembered the fear that belonged to the little black house.

I heard this again, so I was serious, "Coffee, you're right." ’

But still irritable.

Finally, the little girl snorted softly, let go of her hand, and slumped back on the sofa softly.

There is no bone like this.

Temper tantrum.

The soft little body with a faint fragrance came up for only a few seconds, and then it was released, and the warm touch disappeared.

Sheng Junshu came back to his senses.

His body stiffened unconsciously, and he stood up directly, turned his head to look at the little girl, and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

Qinghui didn't bother to take care of him, adjusted a comfortable posture, and sighed softly.

The shallow coffee, who always felt that this sigh was a little bad, cautiously spoke again, "Lord Qinghui, what are you thinking about now?" ’

'Coffee, I think in the middle of the night, dismantle it. ’

Tear down the telephone pole, forget if you don't light it up, it's still there, harming people!

Still holding grudges.

Light coffee: ...... No, you don't want to, and the one that's on is a street lamp, not a telephone pole.

The telephone pole is innocent!!

It was when the sword was discussing whether the telephone pole should die or not, Sheng Junshu came out of the bathroom.

He had already taken off his suit jacket, and inside was a gray-blue shirt, which could be seen in the light with a slight silver reflection, and the silver threads were sewn into the fabric of the clothes, which gave him a bit of elegance and luxury.

The cuffs are rolled up to reveal the sturdy and beautiful forearm muscles.

He held a wrung half-dry towel in his hand.

Seeing that the little girl maintained the posture he had before entering the bathroom, she didn't move when she heard the movement, she just turned her little head and looked at him expressionlessly.

Well, because the little girl's face is too white, the red on her head is particularly obvious.

It's a bit of a goofy and silly.

is obviously this age, and he is spoiled by his family like a bear child who has not grown up.

This has to be done with a backstage, otherwise, this character may not know how to suffer.

Walked straight to the couch and pinched the towel and put it on her head.

The little girl subconsciously wanted to hide.

But it's still not as fast as Sheng Junshu's actions.

Qinghui originally only felt that his head was hot, and he was annoyed, but this person was still dangling in front of his eyes, and then thinking about the other party watching her hit the telephone pole, he couldn't help but be even more annoyed.

I wanted to hide, but I felt a coolness on my head.

Qinghui: !

About twenty seconds later, Sheng Junshu let go, took a step back, and looked at the little girl who had reached out and covered her head with a cold towel.

In the end, he couldn't hold back, laughed, and took out his mobile phone, and pressed the shooting button on the little girl again.