The black-bellied master and apprentice: Master, the apprentice is here to grab the relative

Chapter 398 Leave
更新时间2014-01-2313:52:54。0
Gently opened the door, gently closed the door, Yanying walked softly to the side of the bed, leaned over and put Yiting on it.

The hands wrapped around her neck were still tightly clasped, Yanying smiled helplessly, and stretched her hands behind her to gently untangle her.

Pulling the quilt sideways, he wrapped her tightly in the quilt, and when everything was done, he sat down along the edge of the bed like a ghost.

Looking at Yiting in his sleep, he has grown so big, why, his charming sleeping appearance has not changed?
He finally had time to watch her grow up carefully.

After growing up, Yiting's eyebrows and eyes are more delicate, if the eyelids are opened, the eyes are much brighter than before, the nose is small, the lips are red and the teeth are white, and the cheeks always have the urge to poke...

The height of her body has not doubled or doubled, and her figure seems to be pretty good. Although her steps are not as erratic as their fairy cultivating martial arts, she can already feel the lightness lingering under her feet.

In the end, I still couldn't help poking her face, and then stood up after poking:
Yiting, I won't disturb your sleep anymore.

After closing the house, he turned around just in time to see a blue dress not far away, pushed with both hands, and the door opened.

Poetry Yanmo? !

Shi Yanmo entered the house and was about to close the door, when she turned around, she saw Yanying leisurely coming to her door.

After a pause, the two doors were half closed. She raised her head and looked at him.

"Yanying..."

The barking is very light, and the tail sound is a bit elongated.

"Yes, Yan Mo."

Yanying also stopped in her tracks. Originally, when he saw her, he wanted to come over to say hello.

But just after the name was called, the two of them seemed to be at a loss for words.

The atmosphere was suddenly a little awkward, Shi Yanmo smiled lightly:
"Is Yi Ting asleep?"

Yanying was slightly taken aback:
"Sleep, she fell asleep."

"Oh……"

Still speechless.

"...Then, it's nothing, I'll go back to my room first."

Yanying really couldn't figure it out, why did the relationship between the two of them become like this? !
What the hell is going on.

Forget it, go back to the room, go back to the room, let's talk about it next time.

After he finished speaking, he was about to turn around, Shi Yanmo saw that his figure had turned halfway, but couldn't help calling him again eagerly: "Yanying!"

"what?!"

Hearing the sound, Yanying turned her head again and looked at her suspiciously, with the words "what else" written in her eyes.

Shi Yanmo seemed to have turned pale, smiled dryly, and said:

"No, it's nothing..."

Yanying felt strange, but in the end she just compared her hands behind her back, indicating if she can go back now.

Shiyan Moqiang nodded with a smile.

After closing the door, Shi Yanmo leaned her back against the door weakly: Huhu, the blood in her head rushed just now, and she almost stopped him and confessed to him.

However, when she saw his eyes that said "what else is there", she suddenly came back to her senses, knowing that it was really not a wise move to say this at this time.

Forget it, let yourself go away for a while, if...he really has [-] in as in love as he has in mind, then he... also has to find some time to calmly think about it before he can recognize it...

It's self-consolation, she smiled.

She also has to leave him for a while to settle down, or maybe she can meet better people in the world after leaving? !
In this world, Yanying is not the only tall, rich and handsome girl!

Well, nodding, she stood up from the wall and began to pack her things.

In Yiting's boudoir...

Hearing Yanying's voice of leaving, she woke up leisurely.

His eyes were tired, but his eyes were clear.

During the Qingming Festival, there is also an... unspeakable emotion inside.

Slowly clenching the corner of the quilt with her fingers, she turned around gently.

Yanying, Yanying, Yanying...

(End of this chapter)