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

The hairs all over Gong Yanmo's body stood on end.

But he stretched out his hand and touched her head: "Let's have a good time tonight. Let's go, let's watch the river lantern..."

While Beigong Jinger breathed a sigh of relief, she was also somewhat disappointed.

Brother Fanxiang still doesn't understand the subtle thoughts of other girls.

There are quite a few people putting river lanterns on. [

Colorful, like countless lanterns floating on the river...

The two watched for a while, Gong Yanmo smiled and said, "Jing'er, I'll set off fireworks for you too."

With a shake of the hand, a blue flag flower flew straight into the air, like a blue flame blooming.

"Good-looking, good-looking!"

Beigong Jinger clapped her hands with a delicate smile.

"Jing'er, what kind of man do you like?"

Gong Yanmo suddenly spoke casually.

Bei Gong Jing'er was taken aback for a moment, her pretty face blushed, and she said, "I like... I like Brother Fanxiang."

"Well, that's suave?"

Gong Yanmo's smile became more and more unpredictable.

Beigong Jing'er pursed her mouth, almost dying of shame: "Brother Fanxiang, you are good or bad. Jing'er doesn't follow me."

The smile on Gong Yanmo's face became more cordial, and he lifted Bei Gong Jing'er's chin with a fan.

The beautiful eyes looked at her with a smile, and the corners of the lips and eyes were slightly raised: "Jing'er, you are beautiful tonight..."

Bei Gong Jing'er hardly dared to look up at him.

A heart is more like jumping out of the throat.

The two went around many places hand in hand, and before they knew it, the night was already deep.

The crowd gradually dissipated, and the street became deserted again.

"Brother Fanxiang, the palace is probably closed now. Shall we find an inn to stay overnight?"

Bei Gong Jing'er struggled a lot to speak out what she had been brewing all night. [

She blushed when she said it.

Gong Yanmo glanced at her, his eyes were full of brilliance, but he couldn't see any real thoughts in his eyes.

The corner of his lips hooked, and he readily agreed: "Okay!"

Beigong Jing'er was overjoyed, and pulled him to the inn that had been prepared.

Everything was as she had expected, there was only one room left in this luxurious inn.

Gong Yanmo frowned slightly: "How can I do that? Let's go to another house to see."

Pretending to go.

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And at night