As soon as he entered the hall, Sima Yang, surrounded by a group of old men with white beards, slowly walked up to a large carved chair covered with yellow brocade silk in the center of the living room, leaving me alone to face the person who had been "struck" by lightning, with a face that was bigger than his face.
Sima Qing, whose stinking ditch is still dark.
As soon as Sima Yang left, the air within five feet around me immediately fell into an unprecedented and strange state.
In order to avoid provoking Sima Qing, I moved slowly and step by step without anyone noticing...
I just moved two steps, less than ten centimeters away, when I was shocked to find that the hem of my skirt had been stepped on!
I lowered my head with a sad face, and sure enough I saw Sima Qing's big feet wearing black cloth boots, arrogantly stepping on the hem of my skirt, looking like she was the only one who had the upper hand. -＿-#[
Vomiting blood! If you don’t step on such a wide floor, you have to step on my skirt. Can I really carry this guy on my back?
With blazing fire in my eyes, I grabbed the skirt and pulled hard, pulling the skirt out from under Sima Qing's "An Lushan's hoof".
The corners of Sima Qing's mouth raised an arrogant arc, her eyebrows were raised high, and her eyes were like two wires accidentally touching each other. Sparks flashed, "Want to escape?"
I didn’t do anything bad, why should I run away?
Although I wanted to yell loudly, but when Sima Qing's pair of stormy green eyes glared at me, I immediately shook my head wildly and said in a trembling voice, "No, no! You stepped on my skirt."