Qianqian pulled over Wanwan and Beibei, walked to the side, and said his thoughts,

Wan Wan twisted his head when he heard this, "Don't!" Why are you trying to please this nasty guy! ”

Wan Wan hated Nangong Jing very much, because Wan Wan felt that Nangong Jing looked at Qianqian's eyes, and there was a sense of lust.

But Wan Wan still had to listen to Qianqian's words, in order to prevent Wan Wan from bullying Nangong Jing again, Qianqian asked Wan Wan to go out and fight some pheasants and come back, make roast chicken to eat,

When Nangong Jing saw Wanwan walking out of the cave, he approached Qianqian, "Bandit, how old are you?" ”

Qianqian replied while making bamboo rice: "Eighteen",

Nangong Jing smiled with satisfaction when he heard this, and then asked, "Bandit, why are you a robber?" ”

Qianqian thought about it and faked a tragic life story: "Our hometown suffered a flood, everyone in the village died, I fled all the way here with my younger brothers and sisters, I didn't want to be a robber, but I just happened to meet you",

Nangong Jing's eyes glowed with brilliance when he heard this: "It turns out that we are so destined--"

Qianqian: "......", Nangong Jing's attention is obviously different from ordinary people--

Okay, Qianqian originally wanted to continue to talk about some more tragic things, but apparently Nangong Jing's attention had successfully shifted to the bamboo tube rice in Qianqian's hand, "Bandit, what are you?" ”

Qianqian pointed to the bamboo tube in his hand and said: "The bamboo tube rice is very fragrant, and the cooked rice will have a faint fragrance",

Nangong Jing's eyes lit up when he heard this, "Bandit, you are so powerful--", after speaking, he stretched out his hand to touch the bamboo tube, but was slapped off by Qianqianyi, "Be careful of hot hands!" ”

Nangong Jing was stunned, and then, he still stretched out his hand to touch the bamboo tube, and then pitifully stretched out his reddish fingers in front of Qianqian, and complained: "Bandits, it's really hot, it hurts--"

"Bang dang", Beibei just carried a basin of water and splashed it all on the ground, and then Beibei and Qianqian exchanged glances, both thinking about a question: Isn't this prince having a problem with his brain?

"Bandit, it hurts--" Nangong Jing's words diverted Qianqian's gaze back, looking at Nangong Jing's white and tender fingers with a slight redness, and then at Nangong Jing's long-looking and sturdy figure, and then thinking about that great task,

After a not too complicated ideological struggle, Qianqian still resisted the urge to slap him unconscious, and blew two breaths on Nangong Jing's fingers very perfunctorily, "It doesn't hurt to blow it",

Nangong Jing didn't withdraw his fingers, but continued to look at Qianqian pitifully and said, "It still hurts--"

Qianqian: "......", the hand holding the wooden stick tightened, took a deep breath for three seconds, and then couldn't resist the stick and waved it, looked at Nangong Jing, and asked with a smile: "Then what do you want?" ”

Nangong Jing looked at Qianqian with great anticipation, and looked really serious: "If you kiss it, it won't hurt",

With a "bang", the basin in Beibei fell to the ground again,

Before Qianqian could speak, she felt that her lips were covered with a warm and soft thing, and when she lowered her eyes, it turned out to be Nangong Jing's fingers,

Nangong Jing quickly retracted his finger before Qianqian was about to bite off his finger,

Then, Nangong Jing looked at Qianqian, smiled lightly, and said, "It's okay to kiss it", that look really doesn't show the slightest blasphemy or blasphemy, it is completely innocent with a simple face,

Nangong Jing bent his fingers and said happily: "It really doesn't hurt anymore--",

Qianqian's hand holding the wooden stick tightened, closed her eyes slightly, and took a deep breath: Forget it, I didn't suffer a loss anyway--