Chapter 117: The Monk Can't Run the Temple (17)
What Jinya didn't want to say, he definitely couldn't ask, Shaobai pursed his lips, and his tone was not as rushed as before, "Shaobai said goodbye." ”
In terms of identity, he is not as high as Jinya, and in terms of strength, the two of them are about the same, he doesn't mind Zhuohua falling in love with Jinya, after all, ...... They're just one person.
Shaobai's eyes are evil, his fingers touch the corners of his lips, and some things are not in his words.
"Madam, I'm back for my husband." As soon as he entered the Nine Heavens, he immediately changed his look, Shaobai looked like a dog, and he fed the dog what was cold and unkind.
Half leaning on the table, Zhuohua yawned, and the drowsiness came out, with tears in the corners of his eyes, and he just woke up, and he looked very coquettish.
"Do you know to come back? Less white, itchy skin? "While she was sleeping, she dared to secretly run to find Jinya, don't think that she can't smell the fragrance of peach blossoms, that is what she put in the peach blossom pool water, and the fragrance can be attached to people's clothes and maintained for a long time.
Immediately coaxed, squatted on the ground, all the images were lost, Shaobai was very aggrieved, "The husband didn't mean it, the husband was wrong, dare next time." ”
The corners of her mouth twitched fiercely, Zhuohua had been awake for a long time, knowing that she liked the world, and Shaobai took her to live in the world for several days.
pinched his cheeks, Zhuohua raised his eyebrows, full of amorous beauty, with her unique vigor and publicity, leaning down, Zhuohua's words were very gentle, but Shaobai couldn't help but almost cry, "Let's sleep in the study tonight, be good." ”
"Don't, ma'am, little girl? Baby? Huahua ......" chased behind Zhuohua, Shaobai's voice changed from the initial grievance to full of smiles, he likes this kind of life very much, as long as he is with her, no matter what, he is happy.
It is exactly the same as the life he imagined, playing in the mountains and rivers in his spare time, playing the piano and dancing, and occasionally Zhuohua will also make him temperamental, let him sleep in the study, so that it is like a pair of real ...... Husband and wife.
Red and white, hair entangled, Shaobai's voice spread far away, he believed that even if he couldn't replace Jinya's position, one day, he could be loved by her and become someone who could not be lost in Zhuohua's life.
"Madame, I love you." Standing at the door, looking at the closed door, Shaobai suddenly looked serious and said very seriously.
His voice was soft, so light that only he knew.
Time is running out, whether it is him or Zhuohua, they all know that the Heavenly Tribulation ...... It's coming.