In a panic, the silk handkerchief in Chu Tiankuo's arms fell to the ground. He just talked to Lan Ayayu, not noticing that the silk handkerchief had fallen.

Smoke walked over and bent down to pick up the silk handkerchief. sneered in his heart: I don't know if the love token sent by Sister Shuimai has fallen, and I am not afraid that Sister Shuimai will be angry. She took the silk handkerchief and tilted her head to look at it for a while.

Suddenly, she made up her mind: Isn't it just a little silk handkerchief? What's the big deal? I'm going to embroider a ropa ten times bigger than it and give it to my brother. My elder brother will be greatly moved. When the time comes, he will believe that I really like him.

Smoke Xiang was holding a silk handkerchief, and his eyes were shining. She suddenly thought of the senior brother seeing her embroidered Luopa, his eyebrows fluttered, he happily picked her up, looked at her deeply, and said sincerely: "Senior sister, I didn't expect you to be so affectionate to me. ”

Smoke couldn't help but laugh and laughed.

"What is it that makes me so funny to say it?" Chu Tiankuo finished talking to Lan Ayayu, and turned around just to see the cute expression of the cigarette nymphomaniac. His words pulled the cigarette back from his thoughts.

The cigarette incense seemed to be taken care of, his expression was twisted, his cheeks were red, his hands were a little shaky, and the silk handkerchief he was holding was shaking.

"What's in your hand?" Chu Tiankuo got closer and closer, and came up.

Smoke Incense threw back the handkerchief he was holding and ran away without saying a word.

'This girl, inexplicable! Chu Tiankuo took the silk handkerchief into his arms, looked at the back of the cigarette and sighed to himself.

Since eating that elixir, all the poisons in the water vein's body have been removed. Her body slowly improved, and her face gradually became rosy. The eyebrows are picturesque, the appearance is as beautiful as a flower, the steps are square, and the fall is generous.

Just a few days later, the first beauty in Fengcheng is back.

Smoke has been locking himself in his room for the past few days. She's brewing a big thing. For her, it was a lifelong event - embroidery Luopa, a token of love used to confess to her senior brother.

A few days ago, she asked Lan Ayayu for a piece of white silk and needle and thread. At that time, Lan Ayayu looked at her suspiciously and asked her what she was doing with Bai Aya. She blinked wide, stuck out her tongue, and smiled mysteriously. Lan Aya Yu didn't ask her again. I guess Lan Ayayu knows it.

After cutting the white silk, the smoke was worried about the huge Ropa. She grew up in Wunan Mountain, where bamboo forests are all over the mountain, and she has long been familiar with bamboo. It's not difficult to embroider patterns, but how to embroider them? Sister Shuimai's embroidery is fine, and she is afraid of it. Not to mention that she hadn't embroidered before, she hadn't even taken a needle, and to embroider such a large piece of Ropa, her scalp tingled when she thought about it.

The first time I took the needle, it took a long time to thread the thread into the needle hole. After a few stitches, he pricked his fingers, oozing a little blood. Frowning and embroidering a few more stitches, he pricked his hand again, and screamed in pain. After stabbing her hand a few times, she touched the essentials, and then she didn't get much of it. But bigger obstacles are yet to come.

When embroidering, she often gets entangled in the thread or the end of the rope is knotted, and the dense needle and thread make her dizzy. I didn't expect that embroidery was as difficult as climbing to the sky, and the smoke was full of emotion.

Finally, she lost her patience and threw off Ropa, screaming, I won't embroider! But as soon as she thought of the silk handkerchief that Sister Shuimai gave to her senior brother, she was full of fighting spirit.

She embroidered carefully and carefully, hanging her head slightly, staring at the silk handkerchief, smiling at the corners of her eyes, and pursing her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to give her hope and talent to her subordinate Luo Pa.

In the past few days, Yanxiang has been very interested in the matter of embroidering Luopa, and although he often works day and night, he is happy to do it. She didn't leave the house, and even the food was brought in by Lan Ayashi. Lan Ayashi and Yanxiang stay together every day. The incense of cigarettes was embroidered, and he was quietly accompanying him. Yanxiang told him that he was not allowed to reveal her embroidery. Lan Ayashi was really tight-lipped.

Chi Le, a guy who is heavy on color and light on friends, has been busy pursuing Lan Aya Yu these days, changing his ways to please her, how can he still take care of the little junior sister Yanxiang. And Lan Aya Yu was stalked by Chi Le and made her upset.

Lovers of me

I see it as a mustard

My lover forsaken me like a shoe

The so-called falling flowers are intentionally flowing and ruthless

However, the lack of smoke for a few days can make Chu Tiankuo anxious. He was afraid that the poison on the cigarette had attacked. He knocked on the door of Yanxiang's room several times, and after Yanxiang opened the door for him, he couldn't help but worry when he saw Yanxiang's tired face and dark eyes. However, Smoke always blasted him away without saying a few words. This made him feel very uncomfortable.

After a few days of hard work, Ropa finally finished embroidering. She was granted amnesty. It's really tired of her these past few days. It's even more tiring than practicing martial arts. In other words, it seems that she has never practiced martial arts seriously. Luo Pa looked at the rough embroidery, but she put a lot of effort into embroidering, and there was a deep friendship in it. I hope that the senior brother can feel her true feelings and appreciate her good intentions.

There was a knock on the door outside the room.

"Yanxiang, are you there?" The gentle voice of the water veins came from outside the door.

"Sister Shuimai, you wait." Smoke Xiang replied with words in his mouth, but he hurriedly hid Ropa in his hand.

Chu Tiankuo's magnetic voice also came in from outside the door, "Senior sister, what are you doing inside?" If I don't open the door again, I crash in. Chu Tiankuo's voice seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and he seemed to be a little anxious.

Smoke Xiang hurriedly supported Lan Ayashi: "Brother Shi, you go and open the door." ”

Lan Ayashi strode over, and the door was slammed open with a "squeak".

Lan Ayashi was knocked to the ground and cried out. Yanxiang was stunned for a moment, rushed over, helped him up, and coaxed in his mouth: "Brother Shi, don't cry." ”

Lan Ayashi immediately stopped crying, but said in his mouth. "It hurts." He tugged at Smoke's left arm and buried his head in the crook of her arm, snot and tears rubbing his nose and tears down her sleeve.

The smoke can't cry or laugh.

She did a rough examination of his face, but fortunately, he was not injured; Secretly, he was secretly observing Chu Tiankuo.

Chu Tiankuo walked into the room, looked around, and finally his gaze fell on them, and the change in the expression on his face was wonderful. The face is gloomy, the face is full of disdain, and the laughter is incomprehensible. Worried, surprised, lost. When he saw Lan Ayashi coquettish at the cigarette incense, he frowned unhappily. Realizing his gaffe, he deliberately suppressed the bad emotions in his heart, and his complicated expression finally disappeared, replaced by a smiling face.

Smoke snickered secretly in her heart. The senior brother pretended to be so anxious to open the door just now, obviously worried about her. Seeing her pulling and pulling with Lan Ayashi, he was obviously jealous. The smile he deliberately pretended to laugh was more ugly than crying.

The water veins were still at the door, and they were stunned. Chu Tiankuo's behavior of banging on the door just now, and her restless appearance, made her unable to shake her mind for a while. He, who has always been polite, would do such a thing.