Xiahou Huan'er was almost pressed against his body, unable to bear the heavy atmosphere, she said amusingly: "Master Xing, let me tell you a joke."
Knowing that she was trying her best to make him happy, Dongfang Xing was very grateful and his eyes softened: "Okay."
Xia Houhuan'er immediately said excitedly: "There was a young couple. The wife asked the husband to help her see if she had broken off her hand. The husband said, no need to look, she must have it. The wife was curious and asked why. What do you think the husband answered?
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Dongfang Xing looked at her but said nothing. The expression on his face was unclear, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.
Xiahou Huan'er pushed his arm and urged: "Do you know? Tell me."
The arms around her waist tightened, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and his low voice was full of charming magic, saying: "His life was ruined in her hands, can she still cut off her hand?"
Unexpectedly, he could really answer. Xiahou was very happy and said curiously: "Haha, it turns out that our Mr. Xing also knows how to use a cold sense of humor."
In the pale night, the deep eyes showed the light of pity. Isn't that why they are like this?
The other hand searched for hers, spreading the five fingers and clasping the fingers together. The close palm could reveal the other person's warmth and blood flow.
With sweetness flowing in her heart, Xiahou Huan'er asked tentatively: "Are you happy to be with me?"
Dongfang Xing looked at her sideways, his eyes flowing, and he nodded slightly: "You are my pistachio."
Although this sentence is ordinary, it has infinite power and shocking power.
Xiahou Huan'er immediately became happy, grabbed his hand, looked at him expectantly, and said happily: "Then smile for me."
Dongfang Xing tightened her wrist, and a deep voice with a hint of evil slowly sounded in her ears: "You hold me down tonight, and I will laugh at you."
Xiahou Huan'er's head roared and was struck by lightning.
She looked up at him in astonishment. In the hazy night, there was heavy depression in his deep eyes.
What happened tonight must have made him feel very uncomfortable, and he would have wanted to find something to vent about.
She felt sorry for him.
So, by some strange coincidence, she nodded solemnly and said with a generous expression: "I agree to your treaty."
But obviously Dongfang Xing didn't expect her to agree at all. Seeing her answer so readily, he was stunned.
However, Xiahou Huan'er couldn't wait to hold his hand and walked quickly to his residence, urging: "Why are you stunned? I can't wait any longer, hurry up."
She is more impatient than him.
Dongfang Xing was a little dumbfounded. He held her hand and asked uncertainly: "Are you sure?"
Xiahou Huan'er looked at him with disdain: "Can what I said be false?"
He raised his eyebrows: "Don't regret it?"
She giggled: "I regret being a mangy dog."
The deep eyes are filled with shining flames.
Tightening his arms around her waist, Xiahou Huan'er suddenly felt her body soaring into the air, as if flying through the clouds and mist, and the whistling wind passed by her ears.
Xiahou Huan'er chuckled to herself. He couldn't wait any longer, so he hugged her and ran wildly.
When he returned to his residence, as soon as he stepped into the door, he pressed her on the doorknob and kissed her fiercely. The eager kiss was a little painful, but she didn't mind, if it could make his
In a better mood, she didn't mind being treated roughly by him.
Her face was red, her heartbeat was beating as fast as a drum, and her heartstrings were so tense that it seemed like they would break in the next moment.
