He seemed to be in a particularly good mood. Just like when he was a child, he would tease her when he got up and ask her to teach him how to identify herbs. He would pester her and force her to tell her about her survival experience after escaping. He would listen to even the smallest details with gusto.
.Because, he thought that this little person could not survive alone. Just think about it, how could a lonely girl, without relatives, weak and helpless, survive on her own? However, she was not only alive, but also alive.
Be well. What a tenacious life? It’s good to be alive, isn’t it?
Fang Fei was forced to tell him the story, but she concealed the fact that she was being chased by the third prince. She even had suspicions about Concubine Lin Xian. This was what Andre had told her not to mention it to outsiders.
She couldn't trust Luo Jia about this matter, so it was impossible to tell him.
Luo Jia naturally didn't know that there were some loopholes in this little man's words, and he didn't care about it. He just listened attentively. He never lost his temper, and he never mentioned the matter of arresting people. It was as if he was just a gentle and kind elder.
The old friends were taking a nap, chatting and laughing happily.
Even Fang Fei found it strange, as if he had gone back to his childhood, when he first started on the road, he had to make his own human body heater and accompany him every night, chatting with him.
The only difference is that at that time, he would reward her with many delicious things; now, she "rewards" him with a bite of food. He is like a parasitic eel, staying here, seemingly unwilling to leave no matter what.
?
What should I do?
Fang Fei also had a strong hope of escaping, but found that the surroundings were tightly monitored, and there was no chance at all. Like a person waiting to die, he couldn't wait for that sharp knife.
On the third night, she finally couldn't help it anymore and sighed as she looked at the shrinking rice bag. At this time, Luo Jiaqi picked up a handful of wild flowers and walked in at sunset. He saw the girl sitting on a wooden stool, holding her cheek.
, legs swaying wildly. That was a silhouette of her, still dressed in black, rich black, with her black ponytail tied high because she had just washed the herbs, her sleeves rolled up high, her arms exposed, and her neck exposed.
, as white as a pearl - a beauty!
Only then did he understand why people would call her "beauty" when describing beauty.