Shen Wanqing smiled. Tan Tong Ren looked at Bai Chi without blinking and asked, "is that master good?"
Hearing the speech, he smiled.
In her sight, the young man's dark eyes were stained with funny meaning, and stared at her not cold but not light. Then he slowly bent his thin and beautiful lips, and his narrow eyes narrowed slightly.
Holding the white clouds under his palm, he slowly approached.
The young man is very tall. Even if she sits in front of Shen Wanqing at the moment, her straight upper body is enough to cover her whole body.
He only needs a gentle step to come to her. This distance has almost fitted her, and her slender height gives her a sense of oppression.
The other party breathed against her cheek and looked at her with drooping eyes, like a warm and precious childe. The eyes were clearly soft and soft, but the aura showed a sense of slow aggression.
Breath pressure is low.
Mixed with the smell of wine, she vomited in her ears, itching and hot.
"Not good."
The girl's tea eyes were dull, but the other party was still in her ears. Her voice was warm, but it sounded harsh and repeated, "master is not good at all..."
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Slowly, the girl who had regained her mind turned her head wrongly. Her clear tea eyes were stained with water mist. She asked Qu Baba to flat her red mouth, "... Why?"
His voice was low, like an aggrieved man about to cry.
The boy in front narrowed his eyes, and his black eyes stared at the girl tightly, like a beast in the dark. It was very dangerous.
Aggression, carelessness, monopoly.
The slow young man smiled wildly, with his gentle eyebrows mixed with wanton laziness. He held his cheek in his hand and teased a drunken and wronged master.
"What did master say?"
In front of her, the girl flattened her mouth and beat the boy's chest like a temper, "you say! You say! Why am I bad to you?!"
Although the girl was angry, her fist was light and weak.
Bai Chi couldn't help laughing. His fingertips were around the girl's hair. "Tell me, how did master treat his disciples?"
As soon as he said this, he saw the little girl break her fingers and count them one by one, "well... First of all... I'll feed you and wear you... I'll sell you sugar gourd... HMM, and... And I'll teach you martial arts... And... Oh, oh, I'll take you out to play!"
"And... And... Hmm?" the little girl suddenly wrinkled her nose, her face full of tangles and distress, "what else?"
Shen Wanqing was dizzy and couldn't think about it. After thinking for a long time, he spread his impatient hand and said, "I'm good to you anyway!"
"But master, this is not what disciple wants..." Bai Chi suddenly narrowed his eyes. His black eyes were dark and deep. He hooked the girl's fingers. "Master doesn't like disciple, does he?"
The girl in front of me didn't even think about it. She replied in a hard voice, "nonsense!"
She blushed and drunk, pointed to Bai Chi and clenched her teeth, "little wolf! You... You! You talk nonsense!"
His smile was not cold, but he suddenly felt that the smile between his eyebrows and eyes was a little cold.
Let the girl's fingertips against his chest, he smiled coolly and said to himself, "what nonsense is the disciple?"