The future little sweetheart was so frightened that he trembled violently.
Just his calm but intimidating, unspoken and stern demeanor could intimidate her. He was such a terrifying man. It was hard to imagine that he could be a relative of her ancestor's generation.
She stretched out her hand to grab the hem of her clothes and asked hesitantly: "Then what should I call him?"
Xiahou Huan'er stretched out her hand and stroked her smooth chin. This issue was very complicated. After five hundred years and so many generations, this title was still confusing after being cut and sorted out.
She bumped the expressionless man with her elbow: "Hey, what do you want her to call you?"
Dongfang Xing narrowed his deep and cold eyes and said lightly: "Whatever."
"You mean to leave the important responsibility of this title to me?" Xiahou Huan'er stared at him with a sly smile.
He shrugged nonchalantly: "You like it."
Xiahou Huan'er immediately smiled mischievously: "It doesn't matter if she calls you husband?"
Dongfang Xing immediately turned his head towards her, glaring at her with two piercing eyes, as if he wanted to kill someone, and his deep voice exuded a dangerous aura: "Xiahou Huan'er, you need to be beaten, right?
"
Xiahou Huan'er then said innocently: "Master Xing, it's you who said casually, it doesn't matter. You don't treat others in such a disrespectful manner."
Her innocence immediately attracted Master Xing's merciless green claws, and her poor slim waist suffered another disaster.
"Hey, it hurts, it hurts. Master Xing, please spare the little one. The little one is just joking to liven up the atmosphere."
Si Chen's face suddenly turned dark and he said nothing.
The future is also full of black marks. Her jokes are really shameless. Even her husband makes fun of her. She really accepts her.
Mr. Xing, whose handsome face was so cold that he looked down at her from a high position, his deep voice was filled with a chilling chill.
"If I hear your little mouth talking nonsense again, I will sew it shut."
Xiahou Huan'er blinked innocently, pretending to be curious and asked: "How do you want to sew it up?"
Mr. Xing raised his eyebrows and glanced at her dangerously: "Want to know?"
"Can't say?" Xia Houhuan'er looked at him with her sparkling eyes.
"We can do it." After Master Xing said that, he immediately reached out and clasped the back of her head, bowed his head, and severely sealed her chattering, seductive little mouth.
This was Master Xing's so-called clever trick, to sew her sweet little mouth directly with his own.
Yeah yeah yeah...
Mr. Xing, there are still two spectators staring at you in front of you, please be restrained.
Si Chen was not surprised and continued driving calmly.
This was the first time I saw someone kissing Mirai so unscrupulously in front of others. Her delicate cheeks were already as red as red clouds, and she was nervous and uneasy. She didn't know where to look with her eyes, and didn't know where to place her hands.
Si Chen controlled the car neatly, but his peripheral vision kept falling on Future's face without leaving any trace.
She is really a girl who blushes easily. No, even her ears turned red.
He really doubted whether she was living in this open era.
This kiss from Master Xing almost drained the oxygen from Xiahou Huan'er's chest. It wasn't until she was about to suffocate that he bit her lip and let her go.
Xiahou Huan'er was so excited by his ferocious kiss that her small body was already as soft as a pool of spring water, and she fell softly into his arms, panting continuously.
She fluttered her long, moist eyelashes, stared at him sadly, and scolded gloomily: "You are so shameless."
"You still have the energy to curse, but you think you didn't kiss enough?"
