As he said this, he pulled Chu Ci's hand up, and with a pair of golden-red eyes with a little dim light, he took the little girl's hand and put it on his chest.
Chu Ci blinked, raised her hand and retracted her hand skillfully, solemnly, "I'm only fifteen years old, don't play hooligans."
"Oh, then the gap between us is not that big, and the difference is more than a hundred times. It's not considered hooliganism." Wen Jing thought for a while, curled his lips, and lowered his eyes to Chu Ci and said.
Shocked by his shamelessness, Chu Ci glared at her innocent moist eyes, looked straight at him, and finally puffed up her cheeks, "Shameless."
Seriously scolding him with a bun face, no matter how you look at it... I think it's extremely cute.
Wen Jing couldn't help laughing, and lowered his head to put his forehead against Chu Ci's.
As for the matter of shame, I have already realized that my motives for this little girl are not pure. Even a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl has already made up her mind to say something. Is face important
It seems that it is not really important.
"Well, I'm shameless."
He is really tall, with black hair hanging loose behind him, swaying slightly behind him, wearing a white coat casually, with a bit of desolate and noble air, but because of the corners of his slightly raised lips And a little evil.
Just teasing the little girl in his arms.
Chu Ci pursed the corners of her lips, a gleam of light flashed across her eyes, and kissed him on the face in this posture, solemnly, "Then I can only go back as a hooligan."
'Wenjing love value +5, currently 66. '
Wen Jing's body froze slightly, seeing the serious face of the little girl, he finally couldn't help laughing, and pressed Chu Ci into his arms.
"Then I will allow you to be a hooligan a few more times."
Wen Jing's voice was dim, and he smiled and looked at the little grinder in his arms, how did he get such a treasure
In the end, under the supervision of Chu Ci, Wen Jing obediently digested the medicinal effect of the spirit-dispelling grass, and his spiritual consciousness quickly recovered, and the two were ready to return to Ling Yizong.
It's just that before going back, the two had some small disagreements about certain things.
Chu Ci was being hugged by Wen Jing at the moment, sitting on a huge rock, and he was sitting on the corner with evil intentions, so that Chu Ci had to raise his arms to hug his neck, the little girl looked obedient Softly, with the corners of her lips pursed slightly, she said to him with a serious face, "I want to hug a hairball."
Wen Jing: ...
"no."
The big living are here, what kind of hairballs are you hugging
"No, I want it." The little girl shook his neck slightly to bargain with him.
"Anyway, it's me, which one do you hug?" Wen Jing's hair at this moment has been tied up by a white jade crown, and only one or two strands of black hair fall down from the side in disobedience, which is similar to the evil spirit before him. Than, it is a little more free and easy, brows are slightly frowned, with a faint dissatisfaction.
"No, it's uncomfortable to hold you." The little girl blinked her big eyes, pursed her lips, and looked at him eagerly, "How about it, hold you, hold you."
The most important thing is to come out with a fire-colored hair ball, and bring back a big living person, which is really a bit too conspicuous.
Chu Ci thought in her heart, and her face was even more innocent.
In the end, Wen Jing looked at Chu Ci's big innocent eyes and was defeated.