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

A smile flashed in Gong Yanmo's eyes, and he said leisurely: "It's worn backwards..."

what?

Feng Lingyan looked down.

Sure enough—she put on her skirt in a panic just now—

She was ashamed and embarrassing, and said fiercely: "Don't look at it." [

Dizzy, so embarrassing, she seems to let him see every time she makes a fool of herself...

Gong Yanmo turned his back on it obediently: "Okay, I won't watch it."

There was an unconcealable smile in the voice.

Feng Lingyan finally dressed neatly.

I checked it myself and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, so I settled down: "Okay. Well, where is the meat you mentioned?"

Her stomach is going to be flat.

Gong Yanmo turned around and saw her wearing a light purple dress, her long hair fluttering in the wind.

The blush from the passion just now was still present on her pretty face, and her eyes were shining like stars.

Obviously still a little shy and flustered, but forced himself to be calm.

Feng Lingyan never knew how interesting her appearance was.

No matter how many times he watches it, he never gets tired of it.

Of course, he wouldn't tell her that.

His eyes deepened a bit.

Seeing that her collar was a little loose, exposing a small section of her white neck, she stepped forward and stretched out her hand to fasten it for her.

Feng Lingyan was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes, not daring to raise his head.

A blush crept up her cheeks.

Her heart was beating wildly, she liked this kind of inadvertent little concern very much.

Very warm and sweet...

Gong Yanmo blew a whistle. [

Not long after, a white shadow flashed in the distance, and the white tiger Xueer came galloping with a gazelle in its mouth.

Gently put the gazelle on the ground, and walked around Gong Yanmo as if asking for credit.