This unabashed disgust made Su Wan'er blush. What was Si Qianhao, who had always been weird, thinking?
If it were normal, Milolo would definitely take advantage of this and beat up the drowned dog and laugh at Su Wan'er, but now she is so uneasy that she can't even protect herself!
All the cells in her body were clamoring to leave, leave, leave this dangerous man beside her!
She didn't know why she suddenly felt so resistant to a stranger, and even developed a fear she had never thought of... What on earth was wrong with her!
Finally, she couldn't stand it anymore and stood up, picked up the dish and left: "If you don't leave, I'll leave!"
Damn it, if the God of Plague can’t be sent away, why can’t she go around the God of Plague!
An Qing, who was sitting opposite, saw that she was coming over and moved her body to make way for her. Milolo felt happy, but as soon as she raised her feet, she heard the cold sound that sounded like it was coming from the Antarctic.
The coming male voice sounded——
"sit down!"
Why!
A huge grievance suddenly came up for no reason. Milolo, who had always been fearless, had red eyes for the first time. She wanted to turn around and yell at him, asking him why he was so cruel to her... But
, as soon as his voice hit the ground, she sat back down in a very spineless manner.
She pulled her hair in annoyance. How could this broken body be so obedient to him!?
Si Qianhao Gujing Bubo's eyes finally became a little looser. He stretched out his hand to stop her from continuing to abuse her hair: "If you keep pulling it off, you will become bald."
"Even if you're bald, it's all your fault!" Milolo shouted aggrievedly, with a hint of coquettishness in his tone that she didn't notice.