"No." Yuan Hongchou said, "She wants to accompany me."
Looking at Yuan Hongchou, who was small in stature, he narrowed his eyes dangerously and leaned down to look at him. His dark, dark eyes were like dark springs swimming slowly in the dark night, making people shudder.
"Eleventh brother, this kind of companionship... is not that kind of companionship." After saying that, Yuan Hongxi hugged Muyin's waist, ignoring Yuan Hongchou's surprised look, "You have to remember it next time.
The person I want to take away must not say 'no', otherwise..."
After knocking Yuan Hongchou on the head, he smiled and said with thin lips, "I will make him die miserably."
Seeing Yuan Hongchou's frightened look, Muyin was speechless: "Yuan Hongxi, it's your fault to scare children."
"Brother Eleven, go find someone else to play with you." Without answering Muyin's words, Yuan Hongxi turned her attention to Yuan Hongchou, her peach blossom eyes curling up.
Stomping his feet helplessly, Yuan Hongchou finally ran away. Finally, he hid in a corner and peeped at Yuan Hongxi. It was really strange... Why was he paying more and more attention to Muyin.
As sensitive as Yuan Hongxi, how could he not know that Yuan Hongchou was hiding in the dark?
With the mischievous mood in his mind, he curled up his lips and smiled, his bright eyes making Muyin shake his head: "Have you missed me?"
"Ha?!" Muyin looked at him blankly and reached out to touch his forehead, "Yuan Hongxi... you... are you sick?"
He would never have told himself such nonsense before, okay?!
Uh... although sometimes he would have convulsions. But... this was the first time, but it was also the first time, and Muyin was caught off guard.
What’s a better answer?
"Why, you don't miss me?" Yuan Hongxi looked at her from a short distance away and deliberately moved closer to Muyin, "I miss you."
"You must have taken the wrong medicine." Muyin took a step back, and Yuan Hongxi stopped her waist and moved her into his arms.
The chests collided, and the two soft balls were pressed against his chest. Muyin blushed and his heart beat, his eyes drifted around, not daring to look directly at Yuan Hongxi.
What, what's wrong...I suddenly have to do this.
Lifting the veil, Yuan Hongxi's ivory fan lifted Muyin's chin. The moment he saw Muyin's face, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he couldn't help but asked coldly: "What's going on?"
Hanging his head, Muyin twisted the corner of his clothes: "Last night, I had a brain attack and suddenly wanted to try it with my mother's painting. As a result, I lay down all afternoon, and when I woke up at night, it looked like this."
Staring at Muyin's appearance, Yuan Hongxi was distracted for a moment.
The curvature of the corners of his eyes, the slightly pursed lips, and the panic look all resembled the person in my impression.
Why...does the wooden tone sound more and more like a bird's nest?
Unable to bear it, he was about to scream, but when he looked carefully, the person in front of him was the real Muyin. Yes, this was Muyin, not Queluo.
The bird is gone long ago, and the only thing left in life is the sound of the wood.
"Yuan Hongxi?" Muyin stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him, "What are you doing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Muyin saw Yuan Hongxi's deep ink eyes staring at her. Just as he was about to look away, his chin was suddenly lifted up, and the smell of masculine scent rushed towards her, and his lips were gently sealed.
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The four lips met, and Muyin's mind went blank again. At a loss, she stood stiffly, eyes rounded. Looking at Yuan Hongxi who had closed his eyes, he suddenly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of beautiful and provocative eyes.
