Cross the net king: tennis princess

Time passed slowly, he just leaned against the door blankly, listening to the sound of the clock.

"Hey, Shan, do you want to have breakfast? It's morning now." Xuexi tried her best to smile and knocked lightly on the door, but all she got was a long silence.

Xuexi's hand slipped down weakly, he laughed at himself, and didn't speak any more, but heard slight responses from the room.

"Tennis... my lord... there are wolves... snakes... so scary..."

Xuexi's pupils dilated suddenly, and he rushed into the room without the slightest hesitation. On the bed, the mirror fan was covering his head in pain, muttering to himself constantly.

Xuexi felt a throbbing pain in her heart, and ran to Jingshan with distress, gently hugged her, pressed her hand, and gently comforted Jingshan, "Hey, there are no tennis balls here, there are no tennis balls... go to sleep, go to sleep ..."

His voice was deep and charming, like a magic voice, Jing Fan gradually quieted down and fell into a deep sleep...

Sorry, Fan, I have to let you sleep for a while...

A trace of cruelty flashed in Xuexi's eyes, he tried his best to calm himself down and feel the atmosphere around him...

Sure enough, although there is only a little taste, but...

This is hers!

There was a sound of pleasant footsteps downstairs, and Xuexi immediately restrained her expression, gently stroked Jingshan's face, and laid her down on her body as comfortably as possible.

"Xuexi...why..." Mo Liang looked at Xuexi in surprise, but was stopped by his gesture.

"What's going on..." Mo Liang lowered her voice, looked at the pale mirror fan with some worry, and then looked at Xue Xi angrily.

A burst of irritability surged up in Xuexi's heart, "She's sick, you take care of the fan first, and I'll go out for a while." Xuexi gave the order threateningly, and then gave Mo Liang a look that could not be resisted.

Mo Liang's heart sank, he nodded in a strange way, and then walked slowly to the side of the mirror fan.

Xuexi carefully placed the mirror fan in Mo Liang's hand, then got up to leave, but his movements stopped, a small and delicate hand tightly grasped the corner of his clothes.

Xue Xi's expression softened immediately, he turned around gently, stroked the hair of Mirror Fan, and then carefully tore off the corner of his clothes...

He couldn't bear to tear her hand off, because it would hurt her...

Xuexi kissed Jingfan's hand lightly, smiled gently, and then quickly rushed out of the room, searching carefully for the scent left by Rabes.

The eyes of the idler, who is usually indifferent to everything, are now full of blood and cruelty.

Rabes!

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