A gust of wind blew, and a squirrel climbed over her head as if there was no one around. When its claws loosened, a pine cone hit her on the head. She said "ah" and was about to stand up and go back to take a look. She didn't want to leave.
, for fear that Luo Jia had occupied the house.
Silently, a person slowly approached.
The sunlight fell from the gaps in the big pine trees and sprinkled on her fluffy black hair. Half of it seemed to be sweetened with honey, and the other half was rippling with golden light waves, just like her face that was warm even without a smile.
Luo Jia stopped behind her and looked at her confused look. What was this little thing thinking?
Thinking about how to hide from yourself?
Or think of past hurts?
He stopped where he was, not in a hurry to step forward, but just looked at her quietly.
She raised her head and realized that there was no one around. The guards, maids, and eunuchs all hid away knowingly. His Majesty was dressed in casual clothes on the mountain road in the forest and on the roadside of Fangcao. He was tall and tall, holding a handful in his hand.
Freshly picked wild flowers were waved to her with a smile on her face: "Hai, little thing..."
The handful of flowers were so fresh that they even looked messy. He picked them with his own hands, tied them up, and gave them to his beloved girl.
She frowned and passed by him, not wanting to pay attention to him at all.
But his hand was grabbed by him, and the flower was handed over, still smiling: "Little thing, here you go..."
She took the bouquet of flowers, threw them to the ground, stepped on them, and stomped them a few times. The poor flowers shattered into pieces. She flew up and kicked them away.
This coordinated action was not ladylike at all. Luojia couldn't help but sigh, and said in a low voice: "This is the first time I give flowers to a girl..."
She glared at him hard, turned around and left.
Send flowers, send flowers, who cares?
They are all over the mountains and plains. If you like it, you don’t know how to pick it. It makes him troublesome!
"Little one, these flowers are so nice, why bother getting angry with them?"
If you don’t stomp flowers, how dare you stomp on His Majesty Taraka? It’s really boring.
"little things……"
She finally became furious: "You are not allowed to follow me!"