"Let's go. Ran Xi couldn't hear any emotion in his tone, and there was a sound of footsteps, and he could hear that the two of them had gone far away, and they must have taken a detour.

Zhu Xiqin and He Yan glanced at each other, clapped their high-fives tacitly, and said in unison: "Yay!"

Then they looked at each other and smiled very tacitly.

He Yan hugged Zhu Xiqin for a while: "Haha, Xiqin, I love you to death! What a powerful skill!

"Okay. The bamboo xiqin was also refreshing, and He Yan looked at the cleaned bamboo xiqin again.

Waist-length long hair clinging to the body, the face is as white as porcelain, white and red, a pair of bright apricot eyes under the willow eyebrows, as if pretending to be a beautiful thing in the world, and the moist pink lips grin, a beautiful embryo.

He Yan made a dizzy appearance and held his forehead with one hand, leaning weakly on the stone next to the hot spring, "Ouch, no, I'm fascinated." Then he made a frustrated look, and clutched his chest in pain: "Xiqin, you are so good-looking, I am under pressure." ”

The bamboo xiqin let out a burst of laughter like silver bells, which was pleasant to the ear.

"My sister is so good-looking, I don't dare to compare, I can't compare. ”

He Yan changed his sad state, and pinched Zhu Xiqin's face with a wicked smile: "The little girl's mouth is so sweet." ”

Bamboo Xiqin sticks out his tongue.

"Have you finished washing? Come out when you're done, and you can't soak in the hot springs for too long. ”

A cold voice came from above the two of them, He Yan and Zhu Xiqin looked up, and sat on the big tree not far from the hot spring, looking at the two of them condescendingly, still holding a red skirt in their hands.

Zhu Xiqin blushed suddenly, but He Yan was no different, for her, the last contract was equivalent to her brother, and the two of them had not seen each other's bodies (just when they were children), the corners of her eyes twitched: "The bereaved beauty, how long have you been on it?"

"Soon, ten minutes. ”

Wasn't that when they first entered the hot springs?

He Yan put on a amorous posture and looked directly at the testament: "The beauty of the testament, you are too unkind, you have been peeking for so long, the slave family wants to collect money." ”

The last one glanced at her, threw the red clothes on the stone, and disappeared.

He Yan laughed, Zhu Xiqin was also shocked by He Yan's self-proclaim, and after the testament disappeared, she came back to her senses and looked at He Yan with a look of worship: "Sister, I want to worship you as a teacher!"

"Huh?" He Yan got up, picked up her clothes and put them on, and threw the red dress she had just bought to Zhu Xiqin, who caught it and said while wearing it: "Sister, I worship you so much, I want to worship you as a teacher." ”

"Yes, you can. He Yan got dressed, touched his chin with one hand and looked at the red-clothed Zhuxiqin, there was a shadow of her childhood, in this way, it should also be the material for learning kung fu, although it was three years later than her, but it was not difficult to become a master.

The vision of the bereaved beauty is still so good, he obviously only glanced at Zhu Xiqin a few times, the clothes he can pick fit damn well, there are red tassels around the waist, long to the end of the skirt, and there are a few flowers on the skirt, simple and elegant, not greasy.

He Yan praised that it was really good-looking, but the testament didn't know when it appeared behind her again, and the testament raised her eyebrows: "Yes, I think it looks better if I wear it on you." ”

He Yan was taken aback, there was no sound when he walked, let alone breath, it was easy to walk behind her without He Yan noticing, He Yan turned around and blinked charmingly: "The beauty of the testament, can I take this sentence as a compliment?"

"It's meant to be a compliment. The widow replied arrogantly, looking at He Yan with a foolish look.

He Yinmo, Half Moon looked at the bereavement with her eyes, the beauties of the bereavement, a little sense of humor, okay? It made her unable to ridicule if she wanted to.

He Yan grimaced at the testament and crossed his chest: "But it's a pity, the girl is ten years old at most, and I can't wear that skirt." ”

Zhu Xiqin grinned and said flatteringly: "Master, I also think this dress looks better on you!"

He Yan's nose was cocked: "That's it." "But youth is gone, she can't wear it!

"Master?" the testament left just now, so naturally I didn't know about the two apprentices.