The little fairy was stunned, and consciously lost her words: "I ......"

She pursed her lips, but the words of explanation were swallowed in the end.

What is there to explain? Isn't that true?

The marriage between the two was just a whim of him, and the person he liked was never himself.

Even if he seemed to have seen through Qi Yishu's tricks later, he still vividly remembered the experience of being pressed under him and being tortured.

Seeing that she didn't continue, Zhan Mijiang didn't know what she was thinking.

He gritted his teeth with hatred.

Buy her something and buy it for her, and when you see something fun, you want to give it to her; Because she is allergic to dog hair, she stares at the craftsman to make her a plush toy; Although I didn't like any poetry clubs, I still accompanied her to Qimengyuan...... What is this kind of everything in her heart?

Zhan Mijiang approached, grabbed the handle of her chair firmly with both hands, circled her in the chair, and asked her condescendingly: "Madam, what you said really hurts your husband's heart." ”

The little fairy looked at him blankly, and her eyes revealed the thoughts and feelings of "isn't that so".

Zhan Mijiang gritted his back molars: "Madame, how do you think I have feelings for you?" Do you want to read you a love poem? ”

said that Zhan Mijiang also pirated Tagore's love poem: "The farthest distance in the world is not life and death, but I stand in front of you, but you don't know that I love you." Is it enough? Do I need to read two more songs? ”

It is not popular for the people of this dynasty to say what they love or not, and pay attention to subtle beauty.

Suddenly, someone said "I love you" to her, and the little fairy was stunned all of a sudden, her cheeks were pink, and the tips of her ears were red, and she suddenly fell from the fairy world into the world.

Zhan Mijiang grabbed her chair and shook it: "Talk, is it enough?" ”

The little fairy came back to her senses.

She lowered her head, her chest heaved and her voice was like a mosquito humming: "You...... You ......"

Zhan Mijiang laughed: "Me? How do I? ”

He stared at her, wondering what she could respond to.

The little fairy took several deep breaths, and finally mustered up the courage to raise his head and look at him with a pair of eyes: "You poem...... The rhyme is not right......"

The expression on Zhan Mijiang's face disappeared little by little.

He looked at the person in front of him with a blank face.

The little fairy has come back to her senses, and is ready to popularize poetry with the illiterate people in front of her about the matter of rhyming feet.

Zhan Mijiang stretched out his hand and raised his index finger in front of her lips, blocking the lips she was about to open and close.

The pink childish lips leaned on the fingertips with a little coolness, like a gentle kiss, falling on Zhan Mijiang's heart.

She looked at him with her eyes wide open, a blank expression.

Zhan Mijiang's eyes moved slightly, and the words that were full of words converged to his lips, only turning into a short voice with a smile and infinite ambiguity: "Grass." ”

With that, he finally took his hand back.

Then he didn't look at the person behind him, turned around and left.

The little fairy sat on the seat and looked at his back, with a dazed face on his innocent face, but in his heart, Ye Chuijin was shouting frantically: [Come on!] Come on!!!! Words count, huh!! Don't let me go!! 】

The system scolded her once and became addicted: [What's the matter, the favorability value is not even eighty. 】

Ye Chuijin covered his ears and shook his head frantically: [I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen! 】

System: [......]

The two of them communicate directly in their minds, what does it mean for her to cover her ears?