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Those who know Mu Bai know that he has a slight cleanliness habit.

This is reflected in the fact that-

Doesn't easily come into physical contact with strangers.

The 'teenager' in front of him, the definition of a person with mild cleanliness, is an absolute stranger.

However, when Mu Bai met the beautiful peach blossom eyes of the 'young man', he couldn't ignore it in his heart.

Mu Bai pursed his pale pink lips - this was his subconscious action of struggling and hesitating slightly.

"Song Ye, Xiao Yezi, hello, hello, hello" Xiao He knew the cold character of his captain, and came out to play a round, and was about to replace Mu Bai to hold the hand of Shanghuaton in mid-air, so that she would not be embarrassed.

Who knows, Xiao He hasn't approached yet, and the young man in white shirt and black pants has already stretched out his hand.

That hand, as described by color, was slender and beautiful, one point more flawless than white jade.

Neither light nor heavy, hold it.

"Hello, Mu Bai." Mu Bai said with words like gold.

In just four words, the beautiful timbre overflows from the pale pink lip flap.

The boy drooped his eyelashes, hiding the strange colors that swirled in his obsidian eyes.

This hand, very slender and soft, has a soft dough feeling in the palm of the hand.

It was clear that he was just a stranger, but Mu Bai couldn't help but feel a sharp move.

[Ding!] The target character Mu Bai has a favorability of 5 and a strategy completion of 15! ］

The elegance hooks the corners of the magnificent lips, and the arc flows out of a point of bewitching.

Two beautiful young men, the same face is beautiful, but one is cold and noble like an ink painting, and the other is as rich and colorful as a rich flower.

The long body is jade, the polite handshake, one looks indifferent and stunning, and the other has a smile on the corner of his lips.

There was a moment of staggering of gazes, freeze frames.

Taking the scene of Fenghua and Mu Bai shaking hands into his eyes, Xiao He's mouth opened slightly into an O-shape, and his mind had already made up hundreds of small H rotten books

Hey?

Why does this 'boy' named Song Ye look so familiar?

Xiao He took a closer look, didn't he look a little like his color goddess?!

The more Xiao He looked at it, the more he felt like it, so he couldn't help but say, "Song Ye, can I ask you a question?" ”

Fenghua withdrew his hand lightly, looked sideways at the young and energetic boy, and raised a delicate eyebrow, "What's the matter." ”

Mu Bai's cold and noble face remained unchanged like an ink painting, but his obsidian eyes flashed a strange color, and the light of his eyes fell on the 'boy's face, and he moved away very quickly.

Hands, withdrawn, hanging at their sides.

The palm of the hand seems to still have the residual softness, and the palpitation of the fingertips gently hooked when leaving.

Intentionally, or unintentionally?

Mu Bai gently frowned his eyebrows, which were as delicate as ink paintings.

"This" Xiao He scratched his head, looking a little tangled, as if what made him difficult to speak, and out of strong curiosity, he didn't ask about itchy, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Color I don't know if you recognize it, you look a little similar to her." ”

This 'kind of like' is just Xiao He's conservative statement.

As a little fan of color, Xiao He doesn't know how many live game videos he has watched, and he can be said to be familiar with Song Cai's appearance to the depths of his soul.

It's just—it's like that!

But, say to a blue child, you look very similar to a so-and-so girl, are you sure you won't be beaten by fat?

Xiao He hurriedly explained, "Song Ye, don't get me wrong, I didn't mean that you were a sissy!" I just think you're with color, really"