Chapter 87： Others cultivate immortals, I raise animals 34

The little girl had a small temper and was very childish.

Wen Jing sneered.

I kicked off the shoes I put on at random, raised my hands to close my clothes, and laid my back lazily on the bed full of little girls. If there is any difference from the previous one, it is probably missing the back The big tail swept from time to time.

His golden-red eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes moving with the little girl's movements.

Seeing Chu Ci gesturing to find a light blue shirt, he blinked while holding the dress, I don’t know what he thought of, this was turning his head to look over, and suddenly with Wen Jing’s pair of gold The red eyes met.

"What's the matter?" Wen Jing raised his eyebrows, and looked at the clothes in Chu Ci's hands slightly critically. "If you don't like me, I will take you to buy them again."

An uncle, he has the appearance of money.

But the main problem is not this.

Chu Ci touched his chin and called him softly, "You turn around."

Hearing this, Wen Jing reacted and raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction. He obviously showed it the last time, so why can't he see it this time.

Wen Jing thought about the last time, his sword eyebrows were raised lightly, slightly harsh, "No."

Badass.

Chu Ci pressed the corners of his lips slightly, and walked quickly to the bed, staring at him, saying, "Old, rascal, rascal!"

Old hooligan? ?

Wen Jing's eyes went dark, looking at the little girl who was provoking him with thick teeth and furs.

It's really good.

He lifted his hand and took the little girl's wrist to her arms, then put her fingers on the little girl's soft face, squeezing and pulling.

"Hiss——" The little girl took a deep breath, staring at her and pulling at his face. The last two of them huddled together, and the little girl jumped and jumped out of Wen Jing's arms.

But how simple it is. Just halfway through the jump, Wen Jing, who was tall in his hands, grabbed the collar and pulled him back.

Tired of making noise, this can be regarded as a bit of a stop.

The little girl was lying on his chest softly, her clothes were slightly messed up by the slapstick just now, her small face looked white and squeamish, her big round eyes were covered with a light touch The mist is turning, I don't know what it is to pay attention.

Seeing this innocent look of the little girl, Wen Jing subconsciously had an unpleasant premonition in Wen Jing's heart. Sure enough, the little girl grabbed his clothes and looked straight at him with her moist eyes. The corners of the lips curled up slightly, bringing out the sweet and intoxicating dimples, "Wen Jing Jing Jing, I want to hold the plush dumplings, OK?"

Just staring at his prototype and not letting go.

"……not good."

The little girl blinked her eyes, her two white and tender little hands clasped together, rubbing them slightly, like a fly rubbing her hands, "Okay."

If you have it, you'll act like a baby again

In the end, the fluffy little red dumpling was held in the arms of the little girl, letting the little girl squash and round him with a sigh.

It is simply eaten to death.

Wen Jing sighed and thought about it, and then became lighter again. Wen Jing hadn't realized what had happened. The surrounding area suddenly became dark, and he rolled twice, and then realized that this was Wen Jing that was covered by his own clothes. The face is also dark.

The little girl has a pure face, but in fact she has a bad heart.

Wen Jing's small body came out of his clothes, with his head exposed, and he sighed as he sighed while lying on the bed watching the little girl who had buttoned her coat.