Yan Muye raised his chin.

Leng Fu Xiao looked at the masculine face in front of him and squinted his eyes.

…

"In the future, without my permission, you can't just let others see it."

"Whether it's men's or women's."

Yan Muye: "Then what if I am very poor?" ”

"Now only young people will cry for love, and we adults will only cry for poverty."

"I feel like I've failed to be your woman, and there's no one else who is poor like this." As soon as Yan Muye's final question was finished, he was pressed into his arms after he finished his hard work.

Leng Fu Xiao suddenly didn't know what kind of wind he was pumping, so he directly rested his chin on Yan Muye's shoulder, and then buried his whole face in Yan Muye's neck.

"You want money, I'll give it to you."

"But just don't do that again."

"Kid, are you obedient?"

"Good."

……

He...... Talking to yourself?

Call yourself a child?

She's an adult!

…

The change in style is too sudden, and there is a kind of weirdness in it.

Yan Muye's original preparation of the Shun Mao skill, and Leng Fu Xiao's defensive ability to attack him, were all diluted by the warmth that Leng Fu Xiao sprinkled on his neck.

Her body leaned back, but Leng Fu Xiao kept pressing her, as if she wanted to embed her in her own body.

Yan Muye was a little confused.

This rebirth of his own is not at all reborn with a plug-in and a golden finger.

This world is said to be the same as my last world, because some of the characters are indeed the same.

But it's not exactly the same.

For example, in the current situation, why is Leng Fu Xiao's personality a little weird?

And she was already a mother as soon as she was reborn.

There is also a small bun by his side.

The parallel lines that cross the two worlds, and the trajectory of events, are completely chaotic.

Yan Muye suddenly had some doubts about whether she could survive to the end.

How it feels like a dream.

……

I don't know how long the time has passed, Yan Muye was hugged by him, and he was almost suffocated.

In fact, the current posture of the two of them is really a little awkward, and she is still wearing men's clothes now, and she is a handsome and handsome young man.

Leng Fu Xiao didn't seem to dislike Yan Muye's dress, after all, compared to those spicy-eyed ones, she was really normal now.

Yan Muye raised her hand, and for a moment she had the illusion that Leng Fu Xiao seemed to be very hurt.

It's a bit pathetic.

After this idea popped up in Yan Muye's mind, Yan Muye only felt that she must have something wrong with her brain.

She must have been dazzled by his beauty.

I would feel that Leng Fu Xiao was pitiful.

He's a poor ghost!

I really think too much.

…

"Ahem."

"Leng Fu Xiao, are you okay?" Yan Muye poked his body with his fingers, and then quickly retracted his hand.

"You're hugging me too tightly, I'm uncomfortable."

Leng Fu Xiao heard the voice in his ear, and he reacted a little consciously.

Now his heartbeat rate has finally calmed down.

Yan Muye subconsciously raised his arm, and there was an impulse to caress his back for a moment.

Seems to be comforting.

But as soon as her fingertips were lifted up into the air, she put them back, clutching her cufflinks tightly.