Wen Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and thought.
The big tail behind him flicked slightly in the air, but there was no answer, and the little girl continued to speak.
"Oh, by the way, you destroyed my mountain and I picked it up, that's my beast." The little girl's voice was soft, she blinked her eyes, and raised him halfway in the air, earnestly Speak to her.
It's a strange feeling to be declared a wave of sovereignty by a little girl who is probably less than one percent of his age.
Wen Jing glanced at Chu Ci with his golden red eyes, but this time he spoke.
His voice was slightly deep and gorgeous, a little lazy, and his casual tone matched his soft and cute appearance, which gave him a weird cuteness.
"Your beast?"
"We agreed that we will pay with flesh." Chu Ci was not at all surprised that he was able to speak out this time, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, the dimples on his cheeks were exposed, and he tilted his head slightly, "You can't break your promise .”
Wen Jing paused for a moment, and then a smile flashed across his eyes.
He said in such a tone that he wanted to make him pay, but he didn't think this little guy was ridiculous, and even thought she was cute, probably because the eyes were too pure and had a different relationship with others.
As Wen Jing thought about it, he heard Chu Ci speak again.
"Your name hasn't been told to me yet."
Wen Jing nimbly jumped out of Chu Ci's hand, rolled himself onto the pillow full of Chu Ci's breath, and lifted a small head from the fluffy ball, with a little laziness, " This is the second time, Ci Bao, I am Wen Jing."
Does every plane's mission target like this title
Hearing the somewhat familiar address, Chu Ci paused, but did not delve into it. He turned his head to look at him, thought for a while and said, "The man I saw before I fell asleep should be you, right?"
Speaking of this, Wen Jing's eyes narrowed slightly, "If what you said was that you didn't respond with any surprise, and just burrowed into my arms, then it was indeed me."
The little girl didn't have the slightest bit of defense.
Hearing what she had done at that time, Chu Ci paused slightly, it was not the shyness that Wen Jing thought the little girl should have, in fact, Chu Ci, who might be older than Wen Jing in this plane, tilted her head seriously After really thinking about it, I finally said, "The breath on your body is very comfortable and warm, suitable for sleeping."
Hearing such an evaluation, Wen Jing paused slightly.
Some said he was cool and casual, and some said he was violent and flamboyant. Except for her, no one said this warm word, but she was probably the only one who dared to say it.
Wen Jing sighed lightly, his eyes drooped, covering the light in his eyes.
'Wenjing love value +2, currently 27. '
As for, fit for... sleep
If it weren't for the calmness and innocence in the little girl's eyes, he really thought she was trying to imply something to him.
After a brief exchange, Chu Ci began to practice again. Wen Jing huddled on Chu Ci's pillow, and the fresh smell of Chu Ci's hair lingered on the tip of his nose. Finally, he closed his eyes and quietly recovered his self-consciousness little by little. injury.
When Chu Ci opened her eyes again, it was unknown how long it had been. She subconsciously looked towards the pillow, and there was a small ball of fluff curled up on it, looking a little listless and not very energetic.
His injuries did heal very quickly. Looking at the place where he was injured, even if you don't look carefully, you can't find his original hideous wound.