Huo Mingheng gasped in shock, but Luo Liyan, who couldn't hear the sound, didn't know the situation on his side, but concentrated on watching the new task.
"I have a new mission here. It says that the Rongwang Mansion cannot attack the Zhenbei General's Mansion. Do I want to take it?" Luo Liyan asked, closing the mailbox first.
As soon as it was closed, Huo Mingheng's hand was slightly raised, touching a large bright panel in front of him.
And on that panel, he was playing with his mobile phone, and he could see most of the room clearly.
Luo Liyan followed his gaze and saw that there were several pieces of clothes piled up on her bed, as well as the blue cloth that had just been put away from the sun and had not been picked up in the closet.
Her little face flushed, and she rushed to the bed, rolled up the pile of clothes, and stuffed them under the quilt.
Then I remembered that when she woke up in the morning, she didn't even comb her hair properly, she just brushed a couple of them and tied them up with rubber bands.
And that set of pajamas that faded from the laundry...
"I don't want to live anymore." Luo Liyan covered her face and squatted on the ground.
She was seven years older than Huo Mingheng. Although she didn't want to seduce a kid, the kid kept clamoring to marry her, but now she let him see such a sloppy side of herself.
What's more, Huo Mingheng is a very self-disciplined person. Even if he has no servants, he can still keep the house clean, and he can vaguely see some cleanliness.
Now that he has discovered his appearance, what face is there.
Maybe I'll be disgusted and want to swallow all the words I said before.
Huo Mingheng was actually taken aback by Luo Liyan's messy bed, but he didn't feel disgusted at all, instead he thought she was very cute.
Especially seeing her cover her face, curled up under the bed like a little quail, it is even more lovely.
"Don't be like this, I won't despise you." Huo Mingheng smiled lightly, reaching out to touch Luo Liyan's head.
Although Luo Liyan didn't see what he said, but he could feel from his movements that he didn't seem to care about his messy appearance, so he lifted his face from the crook of his arms.
"Anyway, I'm so sloppy, it doesn't matter if you don't like it." Luo Liyan said, holding on to the last bit of face, stood up, and returned to the desk.
Only then did she see what Huo Mingheng said on the phone, "Why don't you like it? I like you no matter what you look like."
"Then you have seen me and know that I am seventeen years old now, older than your number one beauty in Kyoto, do you regret it?" Luo Liyan poked the bubble on Huo Mingheng's head.
"Why do you regret it? Our men usually get married at the age of sixteen or seventeen, that is, in another five years, I will be able to marry you. Five years later, you will be twenty-two years old, and you will just be able to marry me." Huo Mingheng looked Looking at the bright window, the look in his eyes became more and more gentle.
Luo Liyan licked her slightly dry lips, "But I'm not as good-looking as that Cen Jia."
"Is she pretty?" Huo Mingheng tilted his head slightly, as if thinking, then shook his head, "Ugly! In my eyes, except for what you think, all other girls are as ugly as nothing."
Although Luo Liyan didn't believe his words and thought it was a bit exaggerated, she still blushed from being praised.