"Just stretch out your hand, why are you asking so many questions?!" Lian Xiaochen grabbed his wrist and bit it hard...
Han Shuoying frowned in pain but did not shake her away. Could it be that this woman was born in the year of the dog?!
Lian Xiaochen didn't let him go until her mouth was filled with a faint smell of blood. Seeing the light teeth marks on the wheat-colored skin, she felt a little more balanced. Who asked him to put a brand on her!
She was about to cry but had no tears. How could she go out? But when she saw his wrists were bloodshot, she felt a trace of guilt in her heart. Did she strike too hard?
"What are you doing?" Han Shuoying frowned, and she suddenly realized that his frown was actually pretty good-looking...
"We're even." Lian Xiaochen spread his hands and looked at Han Shuoying with an innocent face.
The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch, "Tear it, even it?",
Short and oily young master, are the corners of your mouth so twitchy?! She is already the one who should burst into tears...
"You prevented me from going out, and I prevented you from stretching out your hand. It's even!" There was no trace of dirt in those clear eyes, which made Han Shuoying's heart suddenly freeze, and then he deliberately shifted his gaze and said calmly.
:"childish"
Childish, childish? This time Lian Xiaochen twitched. Is her behavior childish?
"Beast! Slavemaster!" This was the nickname she gave him. Did he say that to her?!
Han Shuoying took a step forward, and his tall figure immediately enveloped her. He lowered his head and said, "The beast treats you too. If I am the slave owner, then you are the slave!"
Lian Xiaochen burst into tears. It turned out that she couldn't compare with him. She was not as evil as him!
"Don't move." Lian Xiaochen was about to retort when Han Shuoying grabbed her waist, took out something with his left hand and inserted it into her hair...
"This is..." She saw the lavender hairpin through the mirror. It was indeed beautiful!