"Oh my, I just found out today that you also have 'self-esteem'? You are really blind."
Ye Qingmian gently pulled back her green hand and slightly covered her lips. However, because she pulled it back a little too late, a small part of her cherry-like lips and ivory-like teeth were still exposed.
It came out, but it looks pretty good.
"Ye Qingmian, hum..." Nan Fengyu choked on Ye Qingmian's words and almost vomited blood to death. He paused for a while and finally said, "I'm a little glad now that I have my acupuncture points padded. It's really true."
The sky has eyes."
"Where do you start talking about this?" Nanfeng Chang'an frowned. Although Ye Qingmian's words made people want to vomit blood, it still didn't make people's temperament change drastically in an instant?
"With my acupuncture points being padded, I can't bite my tongue to commit suicide, and I can't watch the blood flow backwards. But if I were fine, I might be so angry that I would do this. Tell me, isn't she very powerful?"
Nan Fengyu said sincerely
"Haha, so you'd better avoid provoking her less in the future." Nanfeng Chang'an smiled cheerfully. The smile was extremely graceful, but there was endless loneliness, desolation, envy, and jealousy in it.
How much he wished, how much he wished he could have such a little girl, hold her in his warm arms, watch her smile, watch her act coquettishly towards him
"I don't dare to provoke her anymore, Mian'er, please do a good job and don't criticize me again in the future." Nan Fengyu looked at Ye Qingmian pitifully and said, the look in her slender and charming eyes
It really makes me feel pity for you.
"It's too late for me to hurt you. How can I bear to hurt you?" Ye Qingmian said in a calm voice.
For some reason, she used to blush when she heard Nan Feng Yu's love words, but now she finds it hard to accept when she hears him say something a little more intimate, especially when Nan Feng Chang'an is also together.
The feeling of restlessness is getting stronger and stronger
“So good”
Nanfeng Changan's expression was also relatively gloomy. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything. He sighed, and the mist that came out of his mouth softly blew out sharply.
The air slowly dispersed, and the white mist appeared in groups. It felt particularly lonely and desolate, which was frightening and unbearable.