Cute little jade rabbit: the fox king wants to hug

Chapter 22 My Su Ling is the prettiest
Although the nine-year-old Mo Anu has not yet developed, he has long legs and arms, especially his small face.

Standing in front of the curtain, looking at his indifferent and cold face, curled his lips, and suddenly smiled slyly.

At first she walked towards Su Ling slowly, but when she was about to get close, she suddenly threw herself into his arms!
Su Ling frowned and turned his head sideways, completely ignoring the person who fell into his arms.

"Su Ling, you didn't wait for me, you said you wanted to keep me, what if I was captured by bad people?"

After Mo Anu finished speaking, she couldn't see him smiling warmly as usual. She was very uncomfortable with Bing Bing's alluring appearance.

She curled her lips, rubbed her small face against his chest, looked up at his chin, pointed at his firm chest with her fingers, and continued: "Su Ling, Prince Hua asked me, what is the meaning of not seeing each other for a day?" , Thinking like crazy, I don’t know if I don’t see you for a day, what does thinking like crazy mean?”

Su Lingshui narrowed his eyes slightly, as if the powdered letter was still in his hand, he couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly, and pursed his thin lips slightly.

He lowered his head, looked at the childish little face on his chest, took off the hand she had poked on his chest, looked into her ignorant eyes, and sighed: "It's what the master said. Got it."

The noncommittal tone made Mo Anu startled, his mouth twitched, and he raised his little hand again, poking at his chest for a while, seeing his thin lips slightly pursed and looking out the window, he thought to himself, the more he refused to let him I understand, the more I want to figure it out!

"Su Ling, you look so good-looking, much better-looking than the Second Master Yan from Zuixianglou." After a long while, she choked out a sentence.

"Compared to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" Looking out the window, Su Ling was silent for a moment before replying.

Mo Anu was stunned, the corners of his lips curled up, the two dimples around his lips raised, his fingers turned into palms, and he fiddled with his chest, and said with a smile: "Of course my Su Ling is the prettiest!"

Su Ling turned her face back, but there was no smile in her water eyes, and she brushed off her hand.

The icy coldness made Mo Anu feel a little uncomfortable, he raised his eyes and glanced at him, curled his mouth, and muttered softly: "Why did I mess with you again!"

There was nowhere to put the hands that had been brushed off, so they wrapped around his narrow waist, rubbing his face against his chest.Su Ling froze, looked down at Anu who was lounging in her arms, and frowned slightly.

Feeling sleepy, Mo Anu muttered a few words, tilted his head, and fell asleep holding him.

Fu sighed again, and slowly caressed her slightly childish but more dazzling face, his bright red thin lips slightly pursed.

"Still growing up."

Su Ling never thought that the small, fleshy little thing grew up slowly, and now he has received love poems from those little princes in the school.

When did his Anu start growing up?
Rubbing her long dark hair, watching the long eye feathers tremble slightly on her fair face.

I don't know when it started, Su Ling slowly began to understand that his heart that was provoked by her from time to time began to throb, and he began to understand that he was looking forward to her in his heart.

Pointing his fingers to her fair cheek, he sighed, smoothed the long hair covering her forehead behind her ears, looked at her smooth forehead, thought for a while, lowered his head, and tentatively attached his thin lips to her The point between the eyebrows is red.

"Su Ling, bring me a bun."

Mo Anu raised his hand and scratched his itchy forehead, then stuffed his fingers into his mouth, babbled, smashed, smashed, changed his mouth into a comfortable position, and burrowed into the arms of the old spirit.

Looking at Mo Anu who was sleeping soundly in his arms, he raised his hand to wipe away the glistening saliva on her lips, took out her hand and held it, and murmured: "Anu, don't like others."

(End of this chapter)