Xiaoyue tried hard to suck her nose, not wanting to let herself cry in front of him, otherwise it would be too ugly.
However, her nose was sour, which made her cry involuntarily. When she subconsciously wanted to raise her hand to wipe away the tears, the man opposite her helped her wipe the tears before her.
Her fingers with her calloused belly caressed her skin, and the hot temperature burned her whole body like fire. Her heartbeat suddenly jumped up in a state of static, bringing more unforgettable than thunder.
"You...what are you doing?"
Mu Wangqing didn't notice her strangeness, but just focused on wiping her.
Her sincere expression, her face as impeccably handsome as a magical awesome, usually a cold face seemed to be embedded in thin gold in her eyes, soft and dazzling. It was dazzling and fascinated.
Die Xiaoyue felt that she was really crazy, so she took his hand away immediately and spoke a little shyly.
"Okay, don't wipe it anymore, I still have to eat."
"Okay, you eat."
Mu Wangqing didn't say much, but just stared at the little woman in front of her. The smile on the corners of her lips became more and more obvious, and her pampering feeling was beyond words.
Xiaoyue didn't notice the cramped smile in Mu Wangqing's eyes, but just looked at the exquisite pastries in her hands with great curiosity.
This pastry is not very alternative, but it can be seen that this person has good intentions. Nine pastries are made into flowers, and the bottom layer of each pastry is surrounded by different colors, from one to the middle of the pastry
Smear her name.
Happy birthday to Die Xiaoyue…
She couldn't help laughing, because she was so afraid that she wouldn't see the word, and she actually wiped the color of her name so brightly that she couldn't even ignore it.
"What are you laughing at? Don't you like it?"
At first he saw Xiaoyue laughing secretly, but now he thought again that it was her that she disliked this pastry. Mu Wangqing gradually curled the smile on the corner of her mouth and looked at her nervously
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"Do you think this pattern is not good-looking? Do you need to change it for you?"
Xiaoyue smiled with a cunning smile between her eyebrows and eyes, and bit the food in her hand as she watched. After savoring it carefully, she realized that the different colors of this pastry were not made of milk.
, but pure fruit juice is stirred and molded, sweet but not greasy, moderately sweet and sour, delicious and appetizing.
Such a good food made her eyes shine, and she kept savoring it with relish, and her eyebrows could not hide her smile.
Her actions made Mu Wangqing both startled and confused. However, seeing that she seemed to like eating, she immediately let go of her uneasiness and smiled slightly.
"How is it, is it delicious?"
"Of course it's delicious."
Fool... Can someone make it delicious? In her eyes, everything is good. Even if they know it well, they don't say it clearly, as long as they feel this feeling, there is no need to open it
The skylight speaks brightly, so that this feeling is covered with a mysterious and beautiful veil.
I have to say that this gift is the best gift she has ever received in her life.
After the two of them had enough food and drink, they walked on the street to prepare to eat. People were wandering around, and Mu Wangqing was afraid that Die Xiaoyue would be separated, so he held her jade hand tightly. Xiaoyue was not surprised and let him hold it.
Even so, as time goes by, the crowds are getting more and more dense. When they are about to return and don’t want to go deeper, they are knocked away by the crowded crowd...