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Outside the door.

As soon as Yan Muye pushed the door open, he saw Nan Qizhan lying leisurely on the tree bed in the distance.

Nan Qizhan crossed his legs, pillowed his arms, had huge sunglasses on his face, and had a dog's tail grass in his mouth, not knowing what he was muttering.

"Hmph, surnamed Yan, Lao Tzu will never be a brother to you again in the future."

"Is there anything like you?"

"It's really unjust."

"I don't know if you have any unsavory words inside, and you don't dare to say it in front of me."

"I don't know anything about you, I even know what size your measurements are."

"Is there anything more private than this?"

Nan Qizhan's final dog tail grass was suddenly taken away.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he almost rolled off the tree bed without being frightened.

Yan Muye: "There is nothing more private than this, what else do you know, why don't you also say it and share it with me!" ”

"I think you're having a good time here!"

Yan Muye leaned on a plane tree, and also held a drifting bottle in his hand.

Inside the bottle is a piece of colored paper, and the decoration on the calm is still embellished with shells.

The whole bottle is particularly beautiful.

"Eh, you're out!"

"When did it come out? You've been scaring me a lot lately. ”

"I estimate that in the near future, I will be scared out of my heart attack by you."

"If you don't do bad things, how can you be scared by others."

"When did you become so daring?"

"You say...... If I hadn't scared you just now, how could I have heard you complain about me! ”

"When did you know my measurements, why don't you come and listen to it and share it with me."

"I'll see how much more I don't know about you."

Yan Muye narrowed her eyes and slowly approached Nan Qizhan.

Nan Qizhan's gaze gradually moved down from Yan Muye's face little by little, and then he saw Yan Muye's willow waist and shaved shoulders, as well as the graceful figure modified by the dressing jeans.

Inexplicably, he suddenly felt that the air around him was getting hot.

Yan Muye's thick and slender eyelashes patted like a butterfly, and the smile on the corner of her mouth also rippled softly.

Nan Qizhan skimmed his face in an instant, and with such a 'bang', he fell directly from the tree bed.

"Holy!!"

Nan Qizhan's sunglasses fell directly from the bridge of his nose, and the whole person was flustered and embarrassed.

Yan Muye seemed to have discovered something interesting, and instantly picked up the drifting bottle in his hand.

"Brother Nan~ What's the matter with your blushing?"

"Is it hot right now?"

"Or are you shy?"

Yan Muye raised his eyebrows.

Nan Qizhan's eyes widened violently, and he quickly touched his face.

"Damn, harm... Shy??? ”

"Do you think Lao Tzu is the kind of shy person?"

"I'm not shy."

Nan Qizhan desperately tried his best to make excuses for himself in his mind, and finally could only weakly say: "I... I probably have a bit of a fever. ”

Yan Muye looked at the people on the ground and laughed instantly.

"Fever~"

As soon as her fingertips wanted to touch him, Nan Qizhan quickly dodged it.

"Huh?"

"I just want to see how far you burn, what are you hiding."

"I suddenly want to take the bottle in my hand and kill you now, maybe then you won't have a fever!"