Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

She clenched the corner of her clothes with her fingers, and looked at Gong Yanmo pitifully.

Gong Yanmo smiled leisurely: "Then—thank you, Miss Beigong. See it now?"

His smile bloomed like three thousand peach blossoms, barely shaking Hua Beigong Jing'er's eyes.

Her heart was tumbling, but she didn't hear what Gong Yanmo said.

After a long while, he nodded as if waking up from a big dream: "Look... I see it." [

"Now that I have seen it, Miss Beigong's mission is considered complete, and I can go home."

Gong Yanmo unceremoniously started to chase people away.

He has always been calm and considerate in his work, but now he is full of desire, and there is nowhere to break out.

Where are these irrelevant idlers in the psychological society?

The childhood encounters and the training in the Shura field made his heart extremely cold.

He didn't have a good impression of this childhood playmate, so naturally he didn't pretend to be rhetorical.

What's more, the little rabbit in his family finally seemed to be loose, and he didn't want to let the rabbit run away because of this woman's disturbance!

Bei Gong Jing'er's pretty face flushed red.

He looked at her indifferently. Although he was smiling, his demeanor was so cold that people shivered.

She used to be as noble as a phoenix, but now he drives her away like a duck...

This seriously injured her self-esteem, and her body trembled slightly.

Suddenly she thought of a possibility: "Brother Fanxiang, do you still hate me?"

Maybe he still remembers her estrangement back then, but she has no choice, right?

How can there be hate without love?

Maybe he already fell in love with himself.

That's why his estrangement made him bear so much hatred...

After figuring out the "key" in it, Bei Gong Jing'er didn't know what it was like, it was sweet and sour...

Gong Yanmo almost wanted to laugh.

If she hadn't rushed here today, he would have almost forgotten that there was such a character. [

hatred?Where to start?

She was just his playmate back then, and the betrayal back then was just another handful of salt in his wounds.

Let him have a deeper understanding of the warmth and coldness of human feelings.

Other than that, there is no other function.

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And at night