Quick Transmigration Sister Doesn't Play Raiders

Chapter 9
"In that case, then let Xiaoliu buy some more clothes for you. There is nothing else in my big princess mansion, but a lot of money. Just ask the servants what you want."

Zhi'an flicked his sleeves and looked radiant, thinking that this pose was very domineering.

In fact, in Qingming's eyes, this posture is not only not domineering, but also a little stupid.

Although she wanted to laugh, Qingming still held back.

"Xiao'an, why don't you go back first, I really don't have anything to entertain you here." Qingming pursed her lips, and said with a bit of duplicity.

Zhi'an refused straight away: "No, I'm going to stay here, and I'll go back when it gets dark."

She doesn't want to go back, even if there is no candied haws and no Qingming, how boring.

Qingming couldn't beat her, so I had to let her go.

After thinking about it, Zhi'an said casually: "Or, you can play the flute indoors, anyway, I'm fine, just listen to the music for entertainment."

Unexpectedly, as soon as she said it, Qingming obediently took out the flute and played it on the spot.

Zhi'an was lying on the edge of the bed, listening to the melodious rhyme, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly.

This idiot, she couldn't even see such an obvious hint, um~ she didn't want to say that she liked him first, what a shame.

at the same time……

Qingming played the flute slowly, then looked at Zhi'an again, feeling a little helpless.

Xiao An is so stupid, he can't even tell what he likes so obviously, do you really want him to say it?Oh, forget it, let's talk about it later.

Both of them want to save face and suffer. Asking them to express their feelings...it's hard~
If Zhi'an knew that she would be able to complete the task directly by expressing her mind now, and wouldn't have to worry about so many things in the future... I guess it would be a mouthful of Ling Xiao's blood.

The flute played for a long time, seeing that Zhi'an was quiet, Qingming slowly put down the jade flute in his hand.

He walked to the bed and squatted down.

Well, I'm already asleep.

Qingming stared at the sleeping Zhi'an, and stretched out his hand to poke her forehead.

no response……

poke again...

Still no response...

When Qingming was having a great time poking, Zhi'an reacted.

"Well, it hurts."

Qingming suddenly withdrew her hand.He held his breath for a long time, but Zhi'an didn't move.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

He touched Zhi An's forehead, and his forehead was already a little red from his poking.

Qingming looked at Zhi'an apologetically, but it's not a problem for her to lie here like this...

Should I just wake her up...or push her up?
Thinking of this, Qingming slowly stretched out her hand...

Pick her up and put her on your bed.

"Just sitting on the ground like this, I won't be afraid of catching cold." Qingming muttered.

The bed can only sleep one person, and Zhi'an fills up the bed by himself, so Qingming can only sit in Zhi'an's original position, fold his hands, put his head on the bed, and just fell asleep like that.

Well, he is not afraid of catching a cold, knowing that it is absolutely impossible for An to catch a cold.

From a distance, a man and a woman in the small house look so harmonious and beautiful.

At the same time, a similar incident happened on the side of Daughter of Fate, but...

The scene is not so good.

"Fuck, do you still have humanity?!" This is the roar from Jinze, "You are a big man, you let me sleep on the ground, Shenjingbing you."

The man who was yelled at was very handsome, but he picked his ears indecently and said: "What are you yelling, it's a great honor for you to come to my king's room, and you still want to sleep in my king's bed, why? promise?"

Speaking of this, the man who claimed to be the king looked Jin Ze's body up and down again, and seemed to sigh: "Forget it, forget it, even if you promise me the king with your body, you are not interested. With your flat figure, Not even my servant girl."

Jin Ze was so angry that his heart ached, his liver ached, everything hurt everywhere: "Ah, Feng Xiance, you shameless little bitch, I'm going to kill you!"

Of course, this is just talk. With Jin Ze's martial arts, Feng Xiance, who has a max force value, can be killed...

hanging.

　——————The following is Maruko’s message
　　The plot in the early stage of this article is a bit slow, huh~
　　The middle and later stages of this article are all about Jinze and Xiaoan, as well as Zhian's younger brother and Qingming's life experience...

　　So, I plan to cultivate the relationship between Xiaoan and Qingming first, um, please read carefully (*/＼*)

　　
　
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