The disease that is about to wear out, the goddess is broken

Chapter 287 Little Tyrant 11
The boy also smiled slightly, his brows and eyes were a little soft, "You are also happy to see this?"

Mian Luo nodded, and looked at the unobstructed beauty again.

Although she grew up in the mountains, because she is a little fox and can't climb trees, the scenery in her field of vision is all small grass and flowers.Never looked down on a big tree.

Later, it turned into a human form and was able to climb trees, but I never appreciated it.

Mian Luo turned to look at him, and the young man continued to ask her, "Why is it so good-looking?" His tone was gentle, and his dark pupils were exquisite like

Childish.

The delicate eyebrows are slightly frowned, the end of the eyes is a faint crimson color, the eyelashes are long and thick, and there is a kind of pitiful beauty.

"..." Mian Luo suddenly didn't know what to answer.He picked her up when she was injured.The young man took good care of him for a period of time, and gradually improved.Mian Luo is somewhat attached to Dan Yan, and in her impression of the boy, he has always had that kind of cold and deep image. ...well, of course, sometimes it's a bit black-bellied.

But at this moment, Mian Luo seemed to have a pitiful appearance. He had very good-looking eyebrows and eyes, fair skin and red lips. This kind of demeanor was a bit childish.

She was silent for a while, "You look better."?
Mianluo didn't know why she answered like that.

The young man looked dazed for a moment, then lowered his long eyelashes, and slowly smiled with his lips bent.

The girl didn't see the dark emotions under his long eyelashes, but only saw his thin and soft lips, with an attractive crimson color.

Mianluo felt a little emotional and helpless, wondering who is the vixen now.
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The girl frowned seriously, with a little sweat on her forehead. She practiced calligraphy with a brush. She was obviously very serious, but the words she wrote were still crooked and without a trace of beauty.Her patience was wearing thin.Obviously she is just a little fox, why should she have to study hard?
"Ayan, Ayan, I don't want to write." Mianluo acted like a baby, her voice soft and cute.

"No, you have to learn it yourself." The boy shook his head and refused.

Mian Luo pursed her lips and frowned regretfully.She had seen the boy's handwriting before, it was in a thin golden body.Sharp and beautiful.Mianluo asked him to teach her. At first, the young man patted her head and refused in a soft voice, "Practicing calligraphy is very hard, and it has to be done from beginning to end."

"Oh, trust me." Mian Luo vowed.

The young man's browbones were cold and beautiful, and he looked at her with his long eyelashes lowered. Those clear eyes were as clear as ice, but in an instant they were as dark as a deep pool. His voice was clear and cold, and his slender and white fingers hooked hers Hairy, "Then you remember, from the beginning to the end."

Mian Luo nodded quickly, and turned into a little fox again lying in his arms. The young man had some bad intentions, and gently rubbed the little fox's fangs with his fingertips. The little fox trembled, and the lips were as cold as snow.But he couldn't avoid it, so he could only let the boy play with his own little teeth. After all, he was still her savior.

Practicing calligraphy,
It was only the first few days, and the girl couldn't bear the hardship anymore.

Mian Luo held his soft and snow-white corner of his clothes, she paused, always felt a familiar feeling, as if rising from the soul.She seems to have...been...been doing this before.

"Are you really not going to learn?" The boy couldn't stand her acting coquettishly and asked her.The pitch-black pupils showed a somewhat dangerous mood.

"...Let's learn." Mian Luo always felt that it would be a little dangerous not to learn.

She was a little scared.

The boy's pupils cut water, he looked very gentle, and his cool voice was also soft, "Lolo is so good."

Mian Luo was surprised again, this half-familiar and half-unfamiliar nickname.

(End of this chapter)