Almost an instinctive reaction, Song Zhao took two steps backwards like a frightened bird.

Noting that Song Zhao's abnormal behavior, Si Yu slapped his peach blossom eyes and raised his eyes upwards, pressing his tongue against the back teeth, and snorted it indescribable.

Song Zhao wanted to run away, but was stared at by the Eye of Death. Her legs were weak and she couldn't move at all. She subconsciously held her breath and asked as calmly as possible, "Si Yu, can I invite you to eat persimmons?"

Song Zhao is a person who has died once and cherishes his life more than ordinary people.

Facing the devil who kills without blinking in front of you, of course, you can’t offend him if you can!

Si Yu narrowed his eyes and coldly withdrew the look of death that fell on her.

Song Zhao quietly breathed a sigh of relief, looking at a red persimmon falling from the stone table, and immediately ran over to pick it up, and raised it to Si Yu's name like offering treasures, "For you, this is my favorite persimmon."

The little girl's soft and sweet voice was like a glutinous rice cake wrapped in icing, without any lethality.

Si Yu looked at her strangely for a moment. When he looked straight at the little man's heart beat faster, his tongue pushed his cheeks, and his voice was hoarse, "Song Zhao, what are you thinking?"

The second girl from the Song family was arrogant and looked down upon him when she was often disdainful, and she was too lazy to look at him.

Now he is so arrogant that he will bring him persimmons. In Si Yu's opinion, something abnormal will happen.

Si Yu's jawline collapsed and his eyebrows were alert and alert, exuding a breath of keeping people thousands of miles away.

The eyes were nine points cold, and the remaining one was cruel.

For some reason, Song Zhao couldn't resist his sight as if he could see a human soul, as if everything was under his control.

Song Zhao felt so powerful that he was like a cat whose neck was pinched. She forced herself to keep calm, lowered her head and spoke in a low voice, "I think this is the persimmon you have worked hard to pick, so you have to taste it..."

Si Yu glanced at her with the end of his eyes.

The little girl stood in the sun, wearing a beige skirt, and was wearing a red cape that was as long as her ankle.

A beautiful halo hit her, making her look like a brilliant sun.

His big eyes were trembling, so obedient.

Ke Siyu knew that these were all Song Zhao's disguise.

He had seen Song Zhao's arrogant look, and it was impossible for a person to have two faces in front of others.

She deliberately showed kindness to him, and must have wanted to fool him, and after seeing that he was ugly, she would humiliate him severely.

The boy lowered his head.

The rich eyelashes drooped in the eye sockets, casting a shadow, making the facial features look deeper.

The eyes under his eyebrows were filled with a faint aura, "Song Zhao, if you want to do anything to me, just do it directly, don't be so swaying."

Song Zhao, "." What kind of stupid wholesale speech?

She really wanted to do something to him. When he turned around, he treason, the first one was the one who was disappointed!

In this life, Song Zhao still wants to live a hundred years old, but he doesn't want to provoke this pervert.

If you want to do it, you will do it secretly!

She took a deep breath, and her big black eyes shone brightly in the sun, "I just want to invite you to eat persimmons. If you don't like to eat persimmons, don't eat them..."

As he said that, Song Zhao took his hand back embarrassedly, but before he could move, he suddenly raised his hand and pinched her wrist with clear joint fingers.

His hands were so cold, with thick calluses on his fingertips, which made the girl's pink and white skin feel a little painful.

Song Zhao frowned and broke free, but did not move.
Chapter completed!