Ling Xiaotu stood up, lowered his head and took off his coat to go to the bathroom.
As soon as she stood up, Xuanyuan Han tightly grabbed the hem of her skirt and wouldn't let go.
A pair of watery grape eyes stared at her, then looked down at the clothes in his hands, pitifully.
What does this little guy want to do?,,,,,,[
She was going to take a shower, why was she holding on to her clothes and not letting go.
Do you mean you want to take a bath with her?
Ling Xiaotu looked back at her skirt and wanted to pull it open, but the little girl grabbed her sleeve and tried hard to prevent her from letting go.
Looking at her eagerly.
But why,,,,,,
Xuanyuan Xuantian also pulled up one end of her clothes.
One big and one small, tug-of-war.
The father will not let his son down, and the son will not show weakness.
finally,,,,,
Ling Xiaotu's sleeves made a gorgeous "hissing" sound.
The skirt was immediately scrapped.
Xuanyuan Xuantian was also stunned. He didn't expect that this little guy was as strong as a calf at such a young age...,,,,,
Ling Xiaotu shook his head, feeling funny.
It’s true that a family doesn’t come into the same house.
Like his father, he likes to tear people's clothes off,,,,,,
Xuanyuan Han, who had snatched Xuanyuan Xuantian, waved happily, holding the torn sleeves, shaking his head, and put it into his mouth eagerly, and was about to eat it.
This little pig will eat everything!
Ling Xiaotu reached out to take the clothes in Xiaobian's hand, but her hand hadn't been released yet...
Xuanyuan Han looked up at her, kicked his feet, and was ready to cry.[
Ling Xiaotu let go and let go.
As if nothing happened, he stuffed the broken sleeve into his mouth again.
She stretched out her hand again, and he twisted his face and curled his lips again.
Hey, this little rascal.
After doing this for two or three times, Xuanyuan Han didn't bother to cry anymore. He thought he was done with it and Ling Xiaotu didn't dare to take it forcefully.
He treated the broken sleeve in his hand like a treasure and played with it to himself.
Whenever Ling Xiaotu made any move, he would hum and chirp to show his ownership.
What a child.
Ling Xiaotu was helpless and looked at Xuanyuan Xuantian.