Quick Transmigration:Bad Girl is Irresponsible

Qiao Yanran has really had a good life in recent days.

More importantly, tomorrow is the national day, the school holiday for seven days, this is really beautiful.

Gu Ting put his hand under the table, pinched her soft hand, turned his face and said to her, "this week, let's go to the ancient city."

He has made the strategy ahead of time.

"Good." Joe nodded her head.

After seeing her consent, Gu Ting took out a suit of Hanfu from his desk and handed it to her, "I'll pick you up at eight tomorrow morning."

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the next day.

The peach blossom demon changed the fiery red Hanfu, combined with the enchanting red lips, it is more magnificent, beautiful and eye-catching.

She looked at the time. It's eight in the morning.

Qiao Yanran opened the heavy lace curtain and looked out of the window. At a glance, he saw Gu Ting in a white dress, tall and tall, like a banished immortal.

Gu Ting waved to her.

Qiao Yanran hooked his lips, walked downstairs, naturally took his hand and got on the RV.

The ancient city is not far from here. It's only five hours' drive, but there is too much traffic jam on the road. The car stops and goes very slowly.

Qiao Yan Ran is a little sleepy.

She packed her bags yesterday and went to bed late. This morning, she got up early and put on her make-up. She couldn't hold on any longer. Her eyelids were always fighting.

"Go to sleep. I'll be with you." Gu Ting touched the top of her hair and said.

Qiao Yanran nodded, took off his shoes and socks, and climbed onto the big bed behind him.

Because of the rain today, the weather is a little cold. In order to match the Han suit, Qiao Yanran wears embroidered shoes of ancient times, which are barefoot.

Her whole feet were cold.

Qiao Yanran saw Gu Ting sitting on the edge of the bed and put her feet into his arms. "Gu Ting, my feet are so cold."

Gu Ting's long, well-defined finger held her little white foot, held it to his heart, and said in a low voice, "then I'll warm you."

The hot temperature is transmitted through a thin layer of fabric.

Qiao Yanran narrowed his eyes and stretched. When he was ready to have a good sleep, he felt a depression around him.

Gu Ting lay on her side.

"Go to sleep."

Gu Ting reaches for her small head, pulls the summer cool quilt on one side and covers them.

Qiao Yanran found a comfortable place in his arms and closed her eyes to sleep.

Strange, she was obviously very sleepy, but now she was not sleepy. In his arms, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

Gu Ting noticed her little action, lowered his head, and saw Qiao Yanran's big eyes dribbling.

"Can't you sleep?"

Qiao Yanran nodded, rubbed in his arms, voice soft, with a little coquetry meaning, pulled his fingers and said: "well, you want to tell a story, coax me to sleep."

Gu Ting looked down at the little girl in his arms. He felt that his heart was trembling, like a child. He patiently said, "OK, then tell the story of the little mermaid."

His voice is very magnetic, gently patting her on the back.

“…… The little mermaid saved the prince in distress and fell in love with him at first sight. But the prince who woke up wanted to leave her and return to his castle. The little mermaid didn't want him to leave, so she built a house made of gold on the bank and hid him.

Then they live happily together. "

Qiao Yanran: