"Obey, don't move." After saying this in a mumble, he turned away and looked back at the painful spot where she hit her.
"You... you..." The woman in red, who had been left out for a long time, stuttered and yelled in Japanese. She pointed her slender index finger at the two people who seemed to be alone, attracting the attention of the white-collar workers who were rushing to work.
"Eh?" Is there anyone else? Xinli looked up at the red object not far from them, with shoulder-length fiery red hair, a slim figure wrapped in a red tight dress, and a pair of red boots. Well, if that It would be perfect if her legs were slimmer. She shook her head with great regret, regretting the figure of the beauty in red. Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really a fly in the ointment.
Japanese beauties, no wonder they smell like foreign beauties. She sighed and asked, "Who are you?" No! It seemed like a red shadow just rushed over and pounced on Xi Mingyuan. It couldn't be her. Her eyes suddenly stared. Big, she carefully looked at the facial expression of the woman in red. She acted very much like a wife who caught her husband having sex with someone. The target of the accusation... was herself? It would be better for her to play this role. She pursed her lips and stole. When he laughed, he saw another love rival, and it looked like there was another fight to be had.
Withdrawing her index finger, the woman in red took three or seven steps, put her slender hands on her waist, and replied in Chinese with wide almond-shaped eyes: "Miyamoto Sakurako, who are you?" [