Xiaocha stretched out her hand and held Ryoma's face. "Ryoma, the more I look at you, the more handsome you become." She raised his face teasingly, and then wiped her cheeks with her thumb. She smiled like an angel.
It's just that this smile is very scary in Ryoma's eyes.
"It's not even close!" Ryoma said these words forcefully, making Xiaocha speechless. Isn't it a bad time to say this mantra now? She was saying that he was handsome, and she was praising him.
Doesn't saying it's not even close mean that he is not handsome? You should consider what you are saying before speaking, and don't just say it without thinking.
Ryoma seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing and immediately turned his eyes elsewhere.
"Ryoma, give me a kiss! Kiss me." Xiaocha looked at him with a smile, blinking her watery eyes, looking like a pure and innocent little white rabbit and slightly lowering her head, as if waiting for Ryoma's next move.
Ryoma pretended that he didn't hear this and didn't want to hear about kissing for no reason? Kissing for what? Did she do anything good? Even if she did, there was no need for him to kiss.
Xiaocha didn't know what he was thinking, and thought he was being shy, so she said: "Longma, if you kiss me and I kiss you again, will we be even?"
"..." He was speechless. Why don't you just kiss anyone? Wouldn't it be a lot easier?
Xiaocha pouted, "Ryoma, how can you bully me?" A few tears instantly shed from the corner of her eyes. Xiaocha's poor kung fu is naturally a good tear, and she can shed it at any time at any time.
Ryoma sighed and kissed her lower cheek.
Xiaocha smiled proudly and kissed him on the cheek.
Taking advantage, she felt so happy that she threw herself beside Ryoma with a smile and threw her down on the bed.