Ye Juechen, who was strangled by his neck and his hair was ravaged, blinked his innocent eyes and began to be cute again: "Who made Master Xue'er's expression just now too cute, so I just wanted to touch it." ”

Tang Qiuxue, who couldn't stand his innocent expression the most, was hit by 10,000 critical hits in an instant, and half-loudly realized that this guy actually used a beauty trick on her again, pinched his face viciously and ravaged him:

"Can you touch it if it's cute? Then if you go down the mountain in the future, when you go down the mountain to practice, do you see which sister-in-law is cool and who is cute, you can touch the head of other people's sister-in-law! ”

"Master Xue'er, I'm wronged, am I that kind of person?" Ye Juechen pouted aggrievedly, looking at her with a condemning look in his eyes, as if to say how can you say this about me.

For so many years, Tang Qiuxue, who had long been accustomed to the temptation of his beauty, would not waver at all (no wonder), slowly let go of the hand that destroyed him, and began to get up.

"Dust, you remember, if you don't like other people's sisters-in-law, just be simple, don't leave a little thought for others."

"There must be a cause and an effect, and don't give yourself a chance to leave a cause, otherwise the final result may make you regret it."

"You know, how terrible a jealous woman is, understand?"

"Master Xue'er, what do you say so much, isn't it just a sentence, don't provoke women, women are terrible."

Ye Juechen picked up the jade comb and curled her hair for her, and his movements were gentle, but he said words that disgusted her:

"Master Xue'er, who can finish everything in two sentences, has to turn around and say so much, Master Xue'er, are all women like you, so verbose?"

"You think I'm verbose?" Tang Qiuxue propped her chin and stared at the serious curled Ye Juechen through the mirror.

When people grow up and become bolder, they dare to start thinking that she is verbose, how to be so heartfelt.

I miss the little dust who is shy at every turn, and now this must be fake.

"No, no, Master Xue'er is so good-looking, naturally beautiful, even if Chenchen has been listening to you, he is very happy to do nothing."

"Dust, you've gone bad."

"Hey, Master Xue'er, you can say that, Chenchen is still your favorite little guy, where has it changed?"

"It's because Master Xue'er doesn't like dust, so he hates dust, I know." Night Jue pouted, and his eyes began to turn red rapidly.

Tang Qiuxue waved her hand, and the disgusted taste between the movements was revealed: "Take your expression back, the baby has already seen through your routine." ”

"Huh!"

Ye Juechen showed an extremely shocked look: "Master Xue'er is still a baby, the first time I saw a baby who was hundreds of years old in my life, it was really memorable, unforgettable, and admired." ”

Tang Qiuxue died at the age of 120, and the cause of death was sudden death from myocardial infarction.

Give me back that shy cutie!

Where did you come from, you wickedness, and where are you going!

She regretted it, she really shouldn't have given him her real age in a moment of getting carried away.

No, no, no, she should regret why she had to tell him for a while when he was twelve years old that it doesn't matter if he can't beat people, and if we choke on talking, we will choke our opponents to death.

What if the opponent's psychological tolerance is weak, and the self choked by his words goes crazy.

It would be better if he had been beaten, not only to beat him flat, but also to physically abuse and cry the opponent, but also to mentally torture the opponent.

At that time, the little guy nodded ignorantly, she was really cute.

So she passed on the poisonous tongue attribute to the little guy without leaving any traces.

And then

The shy cutie was getting farther and farther away from her.

-_-||and even if you die, you will continue to do it while you weep.