When she was 10 years old, she called him his first name and was beaten up by the female official.
That was the first time someone called his name.
In this life, no one has called him that except for his long-dead father.
"His Majesty!"
“Lord!”
No matter how bad it is, he is still a "master"!
Only she called his name.
It was as natural as he called her "Fangfei".
Future and past events.
Everything is like smoke.
The only one who is worse than Yan is the only two people standing here at this time, a pair of years.
After so many years, the storm has been spent together.
His eyes were wet and his face was full of smiles.
She also smiled.
There was a little smug look in his eyes.
He snuggled up to him quietly and called "Luojia" in his ear--Ah, after that, he called him Mr. Luo.
He laughed.
Since then, people have thought that his surname is "Luo" - not Tuoba.
The surname Tuoba has nothing to do with him.
Just like Honger has changed the element!
It’s nothing strange that my surname is “Luo”.
At that time, the wind from Jingu Garden blew, and the petals of roses fell to the ground one by one.
Some of them fell on Fangfei's head and body. She looked at Luo Jia sideways, but saw that his hair was covered with such petals - silver-white hair, and such fiery red petals.
With a blood-red charm and temptation.
She was slightly lost.
Seeing the wind blowing his hair away - on the contrary, he, after so long and meticulous care and conditioning various expensive supplements every day, his hair began to become black and shiny, and he didn't even lose anything when he got sick.
Who knows what this man has done?
She quietly held his hand: "Let's go back, okay?"
His face was filled with a smile: "It's cold? Then let's go back to the house."