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

Pretending to be ruthless to her, deliberately showing it to others?

Her face was pale, and her gaze wandered over to him.

Trying to find something from his expression...

No!

His expression was as usual, even his eyes didn't fluctuate at all... [

Beigong Jing'er has always held one of his arms, and now even her head is nestled on his arm.

It looks like a bird clinging to a person.

There was a smile on her pretty face, a smug, demonstrative smile.

On her head was a garland of flowers woven of unknown grass.

There are a few plum blossoms inserted on it, exuding a faint fragrance.

Feng Lingyan hurriedly turned her head, not wanting to look any further.

For the first time, I felt that plum blossoms are such ugly flowers——

"Rabbit, come to the pavilion quickly, don't stand in the wind, and catch cold carefully."

Queen Beigong's voice came out.

"Okay, you are also pregnant, why don't you love yourself so much? Come to the pavilion first."

Gong Yanmo finally spoke again.

He stretched out his hand as if wanting to hold her.

Feng Lingyan dodged almost subconsciously, avoiding his hand.

"Brother Fanxiang, Jing'er is also a bit cold."

Bei Gong Jing'er pursed her lips slightly.

"Stupid, who told you not to dress warmly?"

Although the tone is reprimanding, it has the meaning of pampering.

Gong Yanmo took off the white fox fur from his body, and put it on Bei Gong Jing'er: "Is it warmer this way?"

Bei Gong Jing'er smiled sweetly: "It's much warmer."

Feng Lingyan's body was also shaking.

But it is not cold.But angry.

Although--

He knew that this might be Gong Yanmo's move.

The bottom of my heart still felt like I had been stabbed sharply, and I almost had to bend over in pain.

The baby in her womb probably also sensed her strong mood swings, and punched and kicked uneasily inside.

Feng Lingyan stood there straight, like a tree standing proudly.

The rouge red that appeared on his face due to the rush quickly faded to white.

The plum blossom petals drifted with the wind, and a few fell on her shoulders.

Was brushed away by her as if disgusted...

She still looked calm,