Xiahou Huan'er opened her mouth and exhaled deliberately, revealing a mouth of bright white and crystal silver teeth. Dese said: "My teeth have always been sharp."
Dongfang Xing's eyes narrowed dangerously, and he suddenly stretched out his hand to clasp the back of her head, bowed his head and kissed her red lips overwhelmingly.
"Um..." Xiahou Huan'er snorted and pushed her away meaningfully, then reveled in his overbearing but not gentle passionate kiss.
It wasn't until she was almost out of breath that Mr. Xing moved his position and kissed her face gently. He was very curious to see her charming expression, which made her dizzy and gasping for breath after being kissed by him.
Xiahou Huan'er put her hand to his chin and scolded him with a smile: "You are a beast, you are a dog, you licked my face all over with saliva."
Mr. Xing said coldly: "I'm happy."
Xiahou Huan'er smiled slyly: "You are still happy to call you a dog, which is disrespectful and disrespectful."
Master Xing's face suddenly stiffened, and he hit her on the head with a violent blow, saying softly: "I need a slap."
Xia Houhuan'er touched the head of the head that was attacked and felt aggrieved: "Uncle, I don't lead such scoundrels. This is how I do it every time I can't say it." He either sealed her mouth or knocked her on the head. If she had such a smart mind,
What should I do if my beautiful head is knocked stupid?
Dongfang Xing's reaction was to simply ignore her protest and continue to look up at the endless sky.
Xia Houhuan'er tugged on his sleeve and asked curiously: "What are you looking at?" He had been looking at the sky since before she came up.
She followed his line of sight and saw nothing but the afterglow of the sunset and the messy clouds.
He looked at it for a long time, then changed the topic lightly and said: "Nothing, tomorrow I will enter the field training camp to test the acceptance results. How is the training going?"
Xiahou Huan'er chuckled, looked up at him, and said, "Of course, someone is better than someone who is good at it."
Dongfang Xing looked down at her shy little face, stretched out his fingers to pinch her nose, and said softly: "Proud, Huang Po sells melons, do you still want to face me?"
Xiahou Huan'er sneered: "Why do you want face? Can you eat it when I'm hungry?"
Mr. Xing looked at her coldly and finally concluded: "Three views are not correct."
Xiahou Huan'er was immediately confused. She was actually accused by a zombie of having incorrect views. She rubbed her head against his chest in a coquettish manner.
Her childish behavior gave Mr. Xing a soft light of pity in his eyes.
When she raised her head, his eyes were cold again.
She stretched out her finger and poked his chest, asking relentlessly: "I always feel like something is wrong lately. Just tell me what happened."
Dongfang Xing said calmly: "Concentrate on your work and don't worry about other things."
Xiahou Huan'er stopped joking and said seriously: "I recently discovered that the zombie camp's military mobilization is very strong. Something must have happened. If you don't tell me, I will be curious and itchy, and it will be harder to concentrate.
Maybe, you will have to prepare to collect the corpses for me during the field test and collection tomorrow."
Dongfang Xing stared at her, and then uttered something that shocked her.
"When you die, I will turn you into a zombie."
That cold look in his eyes and that sinister expression didn't look like he was joking at all.
Xiahou Huan'er withdrew from his arms in horror, took three steps back, and glared: "Are you kidding me?"
She doesn't object to getting along with zombies now, but that doesn't mean she can accept the fact that she becomes a zombie.
