"If you live at the bottom of a food chain, what qualifies you to like someone?"

"Just like you, don't defile other people's girls."

"It's obviously a bed bug, what qualifications do you have to rely on others all the time."

"Look at your ugly appearance now, and your dirty hands, do you really think that others will like you?"

These words were like sharp needles pricking Kreacher's eardrums.

Trash bug, why do others use these words to describe him?

Isn't he qualified to like another person?

Even if it's not possible to be together, then at least let him stand behind her from afar to protect her!

Kreacher bit his lip tightly, his hands trembling in front of his eyes.

But what others say is right, isn't it? He's just a bug, a thief.

These two words are like rats crossing the street, and everyone shouts and beats them.

And what neurotic would fall in love with a thief?

Now he and the liquor are like a clean cloth stained with a stain.

The white cloth was defiled like this, and wasn't that stain himself?

What qualifies a filthy, bedbug, garbage, villain, ugly, with his own hands to defile the angel on high?

"Hahaha, that's ridiculous."

Kreacher covered half of his face with one hand, and suddenly became hideous, and laughed out loud.

"You—" Baijiu stared at Kreacher standing in front of him with some uneasiness.

And the system standing in the distance saw that something was wrong, and hurriedly talked to her in Baijiu's brain: "It's dangerous for Baijiu to leave him quickly, his inferiority complex has reached 50." ”

Baijiu heard what the system said, and just wanted to raise his leg to escape, but was grabbed by Kreacher's arm.

He stared at the liquor with red eyes and said loudly: "Do you think even you think I'm a piece of garbage?" Do you want to leave me too? Run away from me. ”

"Liquor, let's go." The system shouted anxiously.

Faced with the sound of the system in front and the voice of Kreacher in the back, Baijiu felt that his head was about to explode.

"Enough, don't make any noise!"

The system and Kreacher were startled by the shouting of liquor.

Baijiu looked at Kreacher with a very serious expression: "Listen, I never disliked you from beginning to end, let alone think that you are a garbage bug, I think the same as you, you are the loveliest in my heart." ”

Bai Yun also learned from the previous Kreacher, stretched out a finger and pointed at his heart: "Don't care too much about what others say, here...... In my heart, you will always be the cutest little angel of Kreacher. ”

Kreacher took a slight look, and it was the first time he had heard from someone else that he was a cherub.

He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Baijiu.

"Who says no one in this world would like a thief? I'm the one who loves thieves, what's wrong? ”

Baijiu approached Kreacher slightly, stretched out a finger and picked his chin: "Remember for me, thieves are also good and bad, if you dare to be so inferior next time......"

Baijiu's eyes suddenly became sharp: "Then I will be by your side all day long and tell you that you have always been the cutest one of a little angel." ”

In her heart, she will always be the cutest little angel.