Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

Before he could finish this thought, Feng Lingyan who was opposite him suddenly turned over.

The little mouth muttered: "Smelly pig, dead pig, don't run! Don't run..."

Her tone of voice was extremely vague, but Gong Yanmo's ear was so sharp that she had already heard every word in her ears.

His body froze suddenly!

What did this girl dream about? [

It can't be - it can't be the stinky pig in her mouth, the dead pig, but the self in the dream just now? !

With his figure together, he quietly moved to her little bed, coaxing in a low voice: "Little rabbit, who is a stinky pig, a dead pig?"

"Smelly pig, dead pig... You turned into a pig and still run so fast... Haha, I'm going to beat you with a whip... Let you bully me again..."

Feng Lingyan giggled, muttered in his small mouth, turned over, and fell asleep again.

It really was this girl who did the trick!

Gong Yanmo's eyes flashed, and he suddenly leaned over and hugged her, hugging her body tightly.

Feng Lingyan trembled slightly, and finally woke up from the dream.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a magnified handsome face in front of him.

She was taken aback: "You What are you doing?"

Subconsciously struggling.

Helplessly, Gong Yanmo held her tight, she couldn't move at all.

"Little rabbit, are you having a sweet dream?"

Gong Yanmo's voice was deep and sweet, with a heart-pounding rhythm, as if the fusion of Buddhist music and magic music.

His arms were tightly wrapped around her, his handsome face was less than half a foot away from her pretty face, his scorching breath seemed to be blowing at the base of Feng Lingyan's ears, making her whole body tense involuntarily.

When he raised his eyes, he met Gong Yanmo's long and narrow pupils with peach blossoms.

The sparkle in his eyes was as deep as a whirlpool, making her heart beat wildly.

"You...you let me go first..."