I look good

Author: A branch brings rain

When Liulang saw that Mibao didn't respond to him, he called out a few more times before finally calling Mibao back to his senses.

She walked over slowly, her eyes not taking her eyes off Erlang for even a moment.

Waiting for her to take off her shoes and climb onto the bed, Liulang raised his hand and waved it in front of her eyes, "Mi Bao, are your eyes uncomfortable?"

Shiro chuckled softly.

Erlang raised his eyebrows proudly and raised his peach blossom eyes, "Xiao Liu, it's not that my eyes are uncomfortable, it's that they are too comfortable."

Rokuro was confused, "What do you mean?"

Erlang couldn't hold it back anymore and grinned, showing his white teeth, "Because I look good, and my sister finds it pleasing to the eye, so she can't take her eyes away."

Rokuro didn't know what pleasing to the eye meant, but he understood all the other meanings.

"Second brother, didn't you just say that your back hurts? Why are you still laughing now?"

Rokuro doesn't understand. Doesn't it hurt anymore?

Erlang smiled and said, "You don't understand. My sister thinks I'm good-looking. That's because she thinks highly of me. How can I not even show a smile?"

Dalang found it funny, "Erlang, Mi Bao didn't say anything yet, so you just praised yourself?"

Erlang was not embarrassed at all, and retorted confidently: "I'm not boasting, I just washed my face, it's clean and there is no dirt on it, why is Mibao staring at me if it's not because I'm good-looking?

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Dalang: "..."

Among the younger brothers, Erlang is the most beautiful and the most stinky. In fact, he is indeed the prettiest among the brothers. He is only ten years old. All the men, women and children in the village like to look at him.

The compliments and praises from the villagers were also very straightforward, which made Erlang more confident in his appearance.

Many times, Dalang didn't know whether to say that his younger brother was too self-aware or to dislike him for being too narcissistic.

Suddenly a chuckle sounded next to him.

Shiro crossed Erlang's legs, rested his head on his hands on the wall behind him, and said with a bit of ridicule in his slender fox eyes: "Second brother, you are so good at healing your scars that you forget about the pain. You obviously ate it because of that face."

After a big loss, I can still act like a normal person now."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere became silent.

Aiyama was just watching the interaction of several children, but then he suddenly said: "Shiro, what are you talking about?"

Erlang was injured and frightened, and the encounter at the Huang family could not have left any shadow on him. Both he and Wu Yuniang hoped that Erlang would forget about it, but they didn't expect that there would be someone else here.

If the pot doesn't open, which pot should be picked up?

Shiro heard that Asuyama was angry, so he silently lowered Erlang's legs, stretched them out together, and no longer put his hands behind his head, but placed them on his legs obediently, and his waist became much straighter.

As for your sitting posture, how should you look at it?

Seeing that he restrained himself, Su Shan looked at Erlang and was about to speak, but saw Erlang tilting his head and looking puzzled, "Fourth brother, what do you mean by this? Why can't I understand?"

Shiro: "..."

So, what’s the use of being good-looking? People are not smart.

"Second brother, Second Young Master Huang deliberately bullied you just because you were good-looking. Do you still think being good-looking is a good thing?"

Erlang blinked his eyes, "It's his fault that the Second Young Master hit me, but it's not my fault that I'm good-looking. There are many people in the world who compliment me on my good looks, and I haven't seen anyone else hit me. So I'm still the Second Young Master.
Chapter completed!