Song Zhao was stunned for no reason.

What I touched the warm and flexible muscles of the powerful ministers in my palms.

It seemed like an electric current was turned on, and it was smooth along the skin to the top of the heart.

She was in a daze for a moment and said from her heart, "Yes, it's quite fierce."

Si Yu's eyes became more and more bizarre.

His little Azhao likes to go out to eat wild food?

Song Zhao quickly reacted.

Realizing that he had said something unceremonious, the heat climbed up from the bottom of his feet.

Even the tips of his ears were light pink, which became more white and red, so cute.

He suddenly pulled his hand back, rubbed it hard, and protested in a choked voice, "You, stop talking nonsense, I don't like a tough guy, I'm a serious girl!"

Si Yu sneered, "Which serious girl plays with six tough guys?"

After a pause, he turned her body with contempt, hated and loved her, "I'm not afraid of being tortured to death, aren't you?"

Song Zhao is going crazy.

I want to explain, but I don't know where to start.

He could only retort anxiously, "Those macho men are not called by me, they have nothing to do with me."

Si Yu was half-believing and half-doubting.

Song Zhao bit his lip.

For some reason, he was questioned by powerful ministers on such matters.

There was an indescribable emotion coming up.

It's very inexplicable.

The edge of her eyes suddenly turned red, as if red plums grew in the snow. She raised her legs and kicked him and ran away.

But before she could run a few steps, Si Yu, who was chasing her, blocked her way.

He was about to scold her, but when he came into contact with the little girl's eyes that made him feel distressed because of excessive grievance and anger, he couldn't say anything.

Who can stop it?

Si Yu lost all his temper.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, he bent his fingers and tapped the girl's forehead, "You go outside and do whatever you want. I helped you get rid of the mess. Why are you still hitting someone?"

Song Zhao's eyes widened and she said in shame, "I said that was a misunderstanding. Whoever made you not believe me can misunderstand me, but you can't misunderstand me."

Si Yu asked back, "Why can't I misunderstand you?"

"Because..." Song Zhao paused, and there was no reason. She turned her head with a cold face, "It's just not possible."

"Okay." Si Yu chuckled, his tone was a bit playful, "It's quite domineering."

Song Zhao lowered his head and looked depressed.

Si Yu narrowed his eyes halfway.

He stared at her furry head for a while and sighed in slightest.

He bent down, his eyes met her, and his voice was low, "Brother shouldn't have misunderstood you, it's brother that's wrong. Brother apologized to you, can you?"

Song Zhao stared at him.

I feel inexplicably that the powerful ministers are so gentle.

He was so gentle to her that she suddenly felt a little pretentious.

He snorted proudly with his hands back.

Afterward.

"Don't be unhappy."

Si Yuqing coaxed.

"If you apologize, it's not OK?"

It seemed like he felt a little difficult to deal with, so he thought about it lightly.

soon.

He held Song Zhao's hand and suddenly squatted down, knocking half to the ground with one knee.

Song Zhao followed the trend and looked at him from top to bottom.

Feeling the powerful minister gently rubbing her wrist with a calloused fingertip

The boy looked up at her, with dark peach blossom eyes and bewitching hooks that could easily shake the other person's heart.

"Brother is willing to surrender to your feet."
Chapter completed!