Chapter 64 The Emperor (3)
The little girl rolled her eyes and showed a sweet smile towards Shen Qingjue. The two small dimples on the white tender cheeks were very cute.
The soft little tits sounded.
"My name is Yan Huan."
The young man nodded slightly, indicating that he understood, his brows and eyes were two or three indifferent, and his lacquer-like black pupils glanced at her again.
Seeing that Shen Qingjue was not angry, the little girl had to drill into the carriage, and then she threw a dog and ate shit.
"..."
Fortunately, the carriage was covered with a thick and soft blanket, otherwise Chu Yanhuan's little face would be broken.
Her head was dizzy, and she felt ashamed, so she lay there and pretended to be dead for two seconds.
Then, a pair of clean and cool hands hugged her.
Chu Yanhuan turned his head in confusion, met Shen Qingjue's dark jade-like pupils, and a very shallow smile flashed inside.
"Are you OK?"
The young man's unfamiliar voice sounded, pleasant to the ear, clean and clear, and listening to it can calm people's hearts.
The little girl shook her head, her blushing lips pursed, and the original Bai Shengsheng's face was stained with ashes, like a dirty little cat.
Shen Qingjue frowned slightly.
After a pause, he took out a clean handkerchief from his sleeve, handed it to Chu Yanhuan, and said softly, "Wipe your face."
The boy's snow-white fingertips held a handkerchief, leaned over slightly, and a few strands of jet-black hair fell on the side of his fair face.
His drooping eyebrows, the moonlight outside quietly sprinkled on the slender and curled eyelashes, and the youthful eyebrows showed a bit of softness.
Chu Yanhuan stared at the white hand.
Look at Shen Qingjue's indifferent and gentle expression again.
"..." She silently took the handkerchief, then said thank you with a delicate little face.
The little girl started to wipe her face.
More and more flowers.
Shen Qingjue looked at her for two seconds, her petal-like lips pursed, and he put down the book he was holding.
Then he reached out and gently took the handkerchief from Chu Yanhuan's hand, lowered his eyebrows, and said softly, "I'll wipe it for you."
With that said, without waiting for the little girl's answer, the young man took the handkerchief on his own, gently supported her chin with one hand, and gently wiped her face.
Chu Yanhuan is now sitting on the soft couch.
Because the carriage of the carriage was relatively small, and the boy's stature was already slender, he half-kneeled over there, the corners of his snow-white clothes brushing against the little girl's fingertips, inadvertently.
Some itchy.
Chu Yanhuan stared at him blankly, her beautiful eyes like black grapes, blinking occasionally, as if she could speak.
Suddenly, the little girl smiled sweetly at Shen Qingjue, revealing two snow-white little tiger teeth, pointed and very cute.
"Little brother, you were born very well."
"I feel happy when I see you."
Hearing this, Shen Qingjue paused while holding the handkerchief.
The young man's delicate and indifferent eyebrows froze, his crimson lips seemed to be lightly dyed with rouge, and he moved slightly, "Children, don't say such things indiscriminately."
He continued to wipe her face with gentle movements.
"..." Chu Yanhuan was not happy.
Who is a child, you are the child, and your whole family is a child! !
But she didn't dare to say these words, after all, this person is the golden thigh she wants to hug~
Otherwise, I'd really be on the street...
Boo!
The little girl puffed up her face and rolled her eyes. She reached out and grabbed a corner of Shen Qingjue's snow-colored clothes, and said pitifully, "Can you take me in, little brother?"
"I was abandoned by my parents, and I'm homeless woo woo woo..."
The character of each world heroine will change a little bit, the plot needs it, and it's not a collapse~