"I stopped wetting the bed a long time ago! I'm so good!" Little Milk Bag raised her chin slightly, with a look of pride on her face.
His eyes were fixed on the drink in his hand, and he wanted to reach over and grab it. Luo Yibei, who had not even looked at his drink before, raised his hand, and drank the unfinished drink in one gulp without blushing or breathing. The drink was drank cleanly.
The little girl watched helplessly as the water in the drink glass slowly decreased. The corners of her lips, which were originally raised proudly, shrank one after another as the amount of drinks decreased.
However, he did not take action and continued to grab.
"Isn't it disdainful?" He snorted lightly, as if he despised Luo Yibeigang's behavior.
"I like it." Luo Yibei's answer was as concise as ever.
His "I like it" actually means, I can do whatever I want, who cares
Unexpectedly, Xiao Naibao followed his words and said, "I can also see that you like it very much, otherwise you wouldn't have drank everything I drank so cleanly, and there might still be saliva in it!"
Luo Yibei's originally calm face darkened again.
"Does it taste good?" Little Milk Bag raised his head and glanced at him calmly, teasing with a smile.
Luo Yibei ignored his words, probably because he thought the little milk bag was too noisy, and his eyes were locked in front of him, and he regained his coolness again.
The little milk bag was not angry, so he picked up the drink cup that had only a little bit of dregs left in it and took a few strong sips.
I don’t know if the sound he made when he sucked it was intentional, but it was very loud. The cup was made of plastic, and it made a squeaking sound when he sucked it.
I don’t know if it’s because my mouth is not wrapped properly, but there are still a few drops of saliva drooling from the corner of my mouth.
Luo Yibei only likes his own children. As for the others, he has no feeling at all.
He found children annoying, such as the one in front of him.
It's very noisy, like this one.
Dirty, like this one!
The features he disliked were all those small breasts.
"The saliva is flowing out!" Luo Yibei warned coldly.
The little milk bag ignored it and was still sipping on the empty drink.
When nothing came out, he used the straw to insert the cherry inside.
He didn't know if he came here intentionally to provoke Luo Yibei's temper, but he made a lot of noise no matter what he did.
As a result, the sound of plastic cups being squeezed never stopped in Luo Yibei's ears.
Luo Yibei's face, which was just a little cold at first, turned into frost.
I twisted up the little milk bag that was holding the drink cup as if sucking milk from the baby next to me. I originally wanted to throw it out, but the little milk bag reacted very sharply. When I noticed his movement, I suddenly threw it out at the right time. His arms hugged.
"You have a bad temper!" His voice had a hint of complaint.
Although he was complaining, he did not distance himself from Luo Yibei. After hugging him with his arms, his two short legs fluttered in the air twice, and he even slipped into Luo Yibei's arms.
The little girl wasn't afraid of him, and didn't even pay attention to Luo Yibei's dark expression. He stepped directly on Luo Yibei's noble suit pants.
The little girl had been playing in the garden for so long just now, and her shoes were still stained with the fragrant soil of the garden.
With this step, two footprints were particularly obvious on Luo Yibei's suit pants.
Luo Yibei is famous for his mysophobia.
There was basically not even a speck of dust on the clothes on his body, let alone two such eye-catching footprints.
His gaze moved downwards stiffly, and he stared at the footprints on his pants for a long time without moving. The veins on his forehead faintly floated twice.