"Yangyang." What the tip of the canonized nose smelled was the fragrance of Luo Yangyang's hair.

He rested his chin on the top of her hair and hugged her so peacefully.

"Hmm." Luo Yangyang blinked his obsidian eyes several times, and his heart was even more bottomless.

Initialization rarely calls her by her first name, and even less even if she doesn't have a last name.

She was a little panicked.

Feng Sheng hugged Luo Yangyang and held her whole child in his arms.

The big palm gently held her hands, and the saint lowered his eyes to look at her small hands wrapped in his palm, and a sense of satisfaction inexplicably swelled up in his heart.

After the mood changes, it turns out that I just hugged her so quietly, and it will feel so good.

"You heard what I just said, didn't you?"

Feng Sheng played with Luo Yangyang's slender fingers, stroking and playing one by one.

The fingers of the little thing are very long, but they are very thin, as if they will break off if they are slightly broken, and they are so fragile that people can't help but want to care for them.

"......" Luo Yangyang's small body in his arms stiffened, and he was silent and did not answer.

It was only when she heard it that she was stimulated to squirt a mouthful of water.

She didn't mention it because she didn't want to make it official.

"Little thing, let's socialize."

A magnetic and calm 'little thing' shows the powerful possessiveness of the canon, and also hints at his ownership of Luo Yangyang.

If he wants her, she can only be his.

The repetition of the "......" canonization made Luo Yangyang's heart sink and become even more silent.

Canonization said to have a relationship?

The two of them dating?

In terms of the complicated family relationship between the two of them, how to get along?

He's crazy!

"Huh?" Without waiting for Luo Yangyang's answer, Feng Sheng lifted the long hair on the side of her face behind her ear, and gently bit her white and tender earlobe.

"Hmm......" was so sensitive that his ears were ambiguously bitten, Luo Yangyang's body trembled, and his little shoulders shrank shyly, "Don't bite." ”

I really didn't bite it, I only held it in my mouth ambiguously.

The overly sensitive teasing provoked Luo Yangyang to tilt his little head slightly, wanting to let the saint not mess with her, and boldly asked: "The saint, are you sick in the brain?" ”