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

"I—even if my mental age is about the same as yours, but my body is a real child. If you do this, I always feel that you are molesting young children..."

Feng Lingyan lifted the corner of his mouth, revealing a slight sarcasm

Gong Yanmo's eyes narrowed, the smile on his lips suddenly widened, and he said coolly: "Molesting children?! This hat is not too small, do you want me to hold it firmly?"

His smile is a little frivolous and a little bad, but there seems to be a dark light in the bottom of his eyes.

He sat on the stone platform, looking lazy and comfortable. [

But it gave Feng Lingyan an illusion.

As if she was a fish on the chopping board, life and death were all in his mind.

She began to retreat step by step calmly, forcing a smile on her small face: "No... no need. Well, I've misunderstood you. You, you don't have to tease me..."

Thinking desperately in my mind, how can I get out?

If she was with him all the time, it would be difficult for her to hold herself.

It was as if now, just by staying with him for a while, another unspeakable feeling spread in his heart.

She was afraid that she would really fall, maybe there was an abyss waiting for her to jump into.

Not only would he worry about this uncontrollable emotion, but she would also be afraid...

If the other party is someone like Kazama Tsukuri, she will not hesitate.

Because although such a person is not easily emotional, as long as he is emotional, it is a lifetime.

And Gong Yanmo——

He is too changeable, too unpredictable, and too mysterious.

His emotions are always half-truths, and she can never figure out what he really thinks.