If you don't hang out with the villain after wearing the book, you will die

Chapter 210
At such a close distance, it was actually very difficult for Huo Feng to dodge.

If he really dodged, with her unrelenting momentum, he would definitely fall to the ground.

Therefore, Huo Feng was only slightly on one side.

Ning Zaozao immediately grabbed Huo Feng's hand, she let out a happy cry, and broke Huo Feng's hand away.

But that apricot had already been crushed into a pile unconsciously by Huo Feng when he watched Ning Zao climb down from the tree.

It was broken, and Huo Feng's palm was covered with juice.

Ning Zaozao: ...

She stared at Huo Feng in astonishment.

Huo Feng: "Do you still think it looks good?"

Ning Zaozao: ...

She stared at the apricot pit in Huo Feng's hand, and said whimsically, "I'll plant the apricot pit in the ground, maybe all the trees that grow will bear this kind of apricot."

Huo Feng looked at Ning Zaozao, showing a mentally retarded look again.

Ning Zaozao ignored him, she took the apricots from Huo Feng's hand and found an open space to bury the apricots in, and then took some twigs to fence around to make marks.

"Honey, a bunch of heart-shaped apricots will grow on this tree in the coming year, and I'll pick them for you to eat."

"The normal fruiting period of apricots without intervention takes four years." Huo Feng coolly explained to her: "The premise is that it can really germinate and take root."

However, it is obviously impossible.

"Ham, what's the matter." Ning Zaozao smiled at him, "It will definitely grow. This is our love tree, and it will definitely grow the same as it did."

Although she stood against the light.

But her hair seems to be glowing when it is illuminated.

Her eyes were bright, as if they were filled with tiny sparks of starlight.

No, it should be said that it was full of him.

All her eyes were on him.

He thought, how is it possible!

Whimsical, what a stupid thing!
However, this time he didn't say it.

Unknowingly, his hand touched her hair.

Ning Zaozao tilted her head slightly, and asked doubtfully, "Are there any leaves in your hair?"

He froze for a moment, only to realize that his hands were trying to touch her hair involuntarily.

You can't answer "I want to touch you".

He said casually, "There's a worm."

Ning Zaozao had seen caterpillars in the cornfield when she was a child. The colorful ones were particularly disgusting and terrifying. After crawling on her arms, she had pimples all over her body for a week, which were itchy and painful.

Not enough to remember.

She screamed when she heard the words, jumped up from the spot, and kept shaking her head.

"Ahhh, where, where, did it fall, help..."

The voice cried out.

It was still the kind of crying that was frightening and frightening.

Huo Feng: ...

Ning Zaozao didn't wait for Huo Feng's answer, she lowered her head and bumped into Huo Feng's chest.

"Quick, quick, get it down for me, woo woo woo..."

Huo Feng's chest hurt from being hit by her, but his hands reflexively hugged her waist that wanted to continue to move around.

"It's just a flying bug. When you jump up, you get scared and fly away."

Ning Zaozao:? ? "Not a caterpillar?"

So he must have found it funny when he saw her cowardly look just now.

Ah, Nima, the image of a beautiful girl is so ruined!
"No." Huo Feng stroked her fluffy hair with his hand, and added: "Your hair should be washed."

Ning Zaozao: ... What kind of image? It disappeared immediately, and I was afraid that this guy would take a pair of scissors to cut off her hair in the next moment.

She was frightened and hurried away from him, and ran into the room, not forgetting to explain her hair: "I just washed my hair this morning, it just fell off the ashes from climbing a tree, and it's not very dirty."

Huo Feng looked at her running back and her hair fluttering in the wind, and the hands that had just touched her hair unconsciously squeezed together.

At the tip of the nose, there is a faint scent of hair lingering.

Run a little slower, don't be afraid of falling, alas, this thing is easier than Gouwazi.

(End of this chapter)