Hu Langzhong was sipping tea, and sitting on the chair next to him was an unparalleledly handsome young man with a lazy expression. The young man had a smooth forehead, deep eyes, and eyelashes that were curved and longer. He was more beautiful than a girl. His temperament was noble and cold, like Chaochen.
He was a relegated immortal who was refined and aloof, but he stared at Su Mo so tenderly, and when he smiled slightly, he captured people's attention and was unparalleled in his magnificence.
This boy looked like a fairy when he was not moving, but was extremely charming when he was teasing her... Su Mo couldn't help but pout, and refused to pay attention to him.
He glanced at Su Mo and teased her: "Little girl, it's hard for you to fly now. You can only be my little wife."
Su Mo made a bitter face and said bitterly: "Who wants to be your wife?"
Thinking of it made her angry and wanted to smash his handsome face.
Hu Langzhong smiled and said nothing, while Mrs. Hu sat aside to mend their clothes. She smiled softly and said, "You are not allowed to bully Momo."
Young Master Jing raised his beautiful eyebrows and said, "Little Jasmine, would you like some jasmine tea? It's very fragrant."
Su Mo pouted and glared at Hu Xiuhong, "I won't go with you."
Everyone laughed.
Su Mo ducked into the room. She was in the same room as Mrs. Hu and Hong'er. When she was about to close the door, Master Jing blocked the door with his foot and she couldn't push it open.
He pushed the door open, picked her up with his hands, kicked the door shut, rolled on the bed with her in his arms, "Little lady, you are angry."
Su Mo frowned and said very unhappy, "I'm only seven years old. Can you stop being so hungry?"
Young Master Jing smiled heartily, hugging her and lying on her side on the bed, "What did I do? I just came to comfort you when you were in a bad mood. Come, have a sleep. I will take you to Chengzhou in a few days."
Take some time to relax.”
Su Mo pouted and refused to pay attention to him. Although he was fourteen years old, he looked like a grown man.
She is only seven years old and her development is slow.
His eyes deepened, his head lowered, and he threatened: "If you struggle again, I will kiss you."
She was so cute, sometimes shrewd and wise, but sometimes she was so nervous that she was just like a porcelain doll, so pink and tender that he almost couldn't help but want to eat her.
Men in this world grow up at the age of thirteen or fourteen, and some even start marrying wives. Even if they don't marry a wife, they at least have a girl to live with.
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Voice-over: Master Jing, little Jasmine is only seven or eight years old, why should she be so perverted?
Young Master Jing: (with a cold glance, the temperature dropped suddenly) You are tired of living.
