"Oh, please slow down, Mr. Zhuo, my legs are not as long as yours. I can't keep up with you when you walk so fast."
Wanyan Jiyou was pulled by him and walked quickly, shouting behind him
"Ouch!" Zhuo Qiyang suddenly stopped walking, causing her to fail to stop the car and hit her with her nose.
Wanyan Jiyou rubbed her poor nose, her eyes filled with tears from the pain.
Zhuo Qiyang looked at her bullied look. Although he knew she was pretending, he still couldn't control himself and asked worriedly: "Does it hurt?"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...It hurts me so much, my nose is bleeding," Wanyan Jiyou said, covering her nose.
"The impact wasn't too heavy. Why did you get a nosebleed? Let me see." Zhuo Qiyang tried to open her blocking hand, but she dodged it.
"What's wrong with you? Show me quickly!" Zhuo Qiyang was anxious and grabbed her shoulders.
"No!" Wanyan Jiyou tried to hold her back, but no one could pull her up.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
Zhuo Qiyang suddenly retracted his hand, looked at her suspiciously, crossed his hands across his chest and said, "You must be lying again, right?"
This time he was vigilant so that he would not be deceived by her so easily again!
"Am I lying?" Wanyan Jiyou stood up straight and threw herself on him.
"Hey, what are you going to do!"
She rubbed her face on his clothes, as if his shirt was a rag
"Well, the painting is pretty good." After a while, Wanyan Jiyou raised his head and looked at the portrait he had drawn on his clothes with his nosebleeds seriously.
It’s a funny face with twists and turns. Even though nose blood was used as dye, the painting still has some artistic conception.