He was fed by her in a corner of his heart, as if a heater had been set up, which made him want to shrink back and be afraid to face the long night alone. Suddenly, he grabbed her wrist, made her spoon freeze and stare at her charming eyes, and asked what should be good to me.
Because you deserve it.
is it
A beloved woman is so persistent that even if you have a bad mouth, your heart will be very soft. I am moved and distressed. Han curled up the bowl and said the words from the bottom of my heart. Besides, I have never treated a case of heartache before, so I don’t cherish it. Hahahaha.
You’re experimenting on me
That’s right. If you don’t grasp this good case well, my brain will be short of strings. It’s good for you. At least I will try my best to cure you of your illness, so that you cough up blood and die.
You can’t cure it
Cass disdains to curl up his tolerant lips and sniff at her. Except for his stupid woman who can live in the world again, he will never get better. His soft pink lip licks up the residual sweet soup and says childishly, don’t be too good to me because I won’t be good to you. You are my slave.
ah
Slaves are slaves. Don’t you understand?
You son of a bitch turned against you and denied people. I’m not your slave. Look at your pervert. I really don’t know what you’re doing. Han Yan slammed his eyelids and saw him have a bad day. He always made her unhappy. It’s a narrow way to go. She also made a bitch. When he got sick, she couldn’t bear to be dizzy. She was bullied by him and became a slave for no reason.
What you owe me is my slave’s opinion.
Cass provoked eyebrows and domineering, and the words "Keep your opinions, then kill and forgive cruelly" were clearly written in the brow. The tyrant glanced at Cass with a Korean flat mouth and kept holding the eyebrow pencil in his hand. I couldn’t help but reprimand me, but I was afraid of being snapped by you, but you were really a pervert.
I am abnormal.
That’s right. No, perverts have to bend you
You say one more word
Cass suddenly picked up Korea’s crooked collar and picked her up. His head-up four eyes are relatively bright. Shi Huo’s sun, moonlight and room are full of Yinzhi fires. She fights her mouth and forgets to cough and vomit blood. The blue veins on her face are like the most violent but gorgeous leopard in the forest.
You pervert
you
Do you want to smash my ass? Han curled her lips and grabbed Cass’s eyebrow pencil in a provocative way. She waved it in front of his eyes and asked, "Am I wrong? Did I fabricate Cass’s eyebrow pencil with a female talent in her hand? It’s especially hateful to trace this mess and ugliness? Do you think you are abnormal?"
You dead girl.
Was speechless by her words. Cass wanted to give her a fat beating with his fist and told her to shut up. The little white rabbit was covered with haze and violent nerve roots, and his hair was all worse with publicity. That was a slap in the face
I can’t stand the ugliness of the painting, that is, if you are a respectful woman, you have already expressed your ambition by hitting the wall and dying early.
Your grandpa, come here.
Cass grabbed her and grabbed her eyebrow pencil. She drew a painful picture on her two curved eyebrows and screamed for help.
I promised a stupid woman that I would draw a generation of eyebrows for her and not for others, but I have to draw a good picture for you, you dead girl. That’s not a painting. It’s a horror to treat her face as a drawing board and an eye socket as if she were punched in the dark circles.
ah
Korea curled up screaming and hurriedly pushed him to hold the bronze mirror and almost fainted, but her heart was strong, otherwise she would really hit the wall and die, Cass. You bastard, look, I won’t paint you as a pig. Korea curled up and went crazy without wiping off the eyebrow pencil and counterattacked. According to his water chestnut poem painting, it was as unreal and beautiful as two crooked circles.
Dead girl, you kill you
Cass scooped her up and threw her into the chair. Her jaw scratched her again until she laughed and bent her waist. The room was boiling and the war was raging. It was also so pleasant. After repeated drawings on the battlefield, no one could see who was like. The tortoise tadpole with a black coil on its face watched you laugh to death without paying for it.
When it’s hard to ride a tiger, it’s crisp. Korea looks down and the crystal falls on Cass’s foot.