With this knowledge, the little flames in Jiyue Liuhen's heart started to burn.
Angry little flame.
"Such an expensive thing should be given to someone you like."
He looked up at her and sneered, "The one you like?"[
"yes."
Jiyue Liuhen smiled lightly, a little confused, "Xiao Wan'er, isn't she my favorite person?"
"I will give this hosta to the person I love the most, shouldn't I?"
She smiled. If she heard such words too many times, she would feel very hypocritical.
Especially when he said these words without any emotion at all.
Forget it, just don’t want it.
He insisted on giving it to her, so there was no need for her to refuse.
After the commotion just now, it calmed down and I felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.
Both of them were silent for a long time. After a while, Jiyue Liuhen spoke first.
"Go and lie down on the bed."
She blinked and said in surprise, "Ah?"
I only saw a silver light burst out from his fingertips, curling straight towards the wooden box on the ground.
The wooden box he threw on the ground returned to the table.
He looked at him expressionlessly, with a pair of bright black eyes, and he couldn't tell what kind of emotion they contained.
His tone was calm, his expression was calm, and his voice was calm, "Although you don't mind being an ugly guy for the rest of your life, I don't want to look at your masked face for the rest of my life."
Jiang Xueya was stunned for a moment, then a slight smile appeared in her eyes.
This guy says one thing and does another.
But hearing that he was going to restore her previous appearance made her feel really happy.
She didn't speak, just walked to the bed obediently, and then lay half on the bed.[
A pair of eyes glanced at him from time to time.
I saw that he had reached out to open the wooden box, and then took out a small bottle from his arms.
As soon as the wooden box was opened, a faint green light flowed out from inside.
Jiyue Liuhen reached out and took out the spiritual grass from the box, then picked up the bottle and walked towards Jiang Xueya.
He sat on the edge of the bed, still looking at her expressionlessly, and said coldly, "Close your eyes."