A childhood sweetheart cannot bear the love of a bamboo horse

Chapter 388 In my heart, I pretend to be all beauties (2)

Bi He was not surprised to let people see through his identity.Appearing with long hair in half like this, she also felt more like a girl than a boy.However, this kind of neither male nor female appearance seems to be the best in Nanfeng Pavilion.

"Haha! What's in your head right now? Beauty wants to know?"

"tell me the story."
The beauty blinked her eyes affectionately, and someone's petty heart was a little bit irresponsible.

"You... in my head and in my heart, I pretend to be a beauty, you..."

The sweet teasing is really unbearable! 
"Yes—" the beauty reprimanded, but swallowed the words. 
The little pervert actually sealed his lips!He even smacked hard on his cherry red mouth!She also made a loud noise, "It's so fragrant! Haha!" While speaking, she had already stepped back and quickly got off the soft couch.

When he came back to his senses, she was already sitting at a table not far away, eating delicate snacks and fresh fruits.If you want to do something, you have to fill your stomach first. Just now, she has already spotted the edible things on this table.

"Little thing, is it that I...are not as good as the things on that table?" The beauty raised her brows lightly, with a hint of interest hidden in her eyes.

At this moment, she doesn't feel threatened at all, does she?Was the sense of oppression just an illusion?This girl was completely different from anyone he had ever seen, her demeanor... was as vast as the sea, indescribably weird, as if nothing could come into her eyes, but she was a woman with a lustful nature.

"Only when you're full can you have the energy to do things..." Bi He blinked and smiled strangely, and said, but her stomach was really hungry, but she couldn't wolf down all of a sudden, she had to chew slowly.Otherwise, I worry that the stomach will be unbearable and indigestion.She looked out the window while eating, the night was getting dark, but the sound of piano, singing and laughter downstairs should be the golden age of this museum.

(End of this chapter)