Drifting Towards You

Si Mocheng reprimanded in a deep voice, wanting to make her remember.

Li Xiaoxiao's left ear went in and the right ear went out.

If she was afraid that he was true when she was young, at least he might beat him.

But I have to say that time and age are both good things.

Especially after they slept, King Si Yan in the eyes of this outsider became less and less deterrent in her eyes.

To put it bluntly, it's a paper tiger, and it won't do anything to her after all.

After understanding these things, Li Xiaoxiao was not so afraid of him.

Of course, not afraid is not afraid.

But you still have to follow Mao to touch it.

She was not stupid enough to fight him, that was really asking for trouble!

Li Xiaoxiao didn't pay attention to whether Si Mocheng had any more to say, only thinking about the fight with that girl in the morning.

Thinking about it now, she felt that she didn't perform well, and inexplicably felt that if she did it again, she would definitely be able to swell her bruised nose and face, which was twice as miserable as it is now.

Thinking like this, Li Xiaoxiao couldn't help but start thinking about how to perform better.

At this moment, the crazy little Nizi, who didn't know that Simocheng had already been silent a few minutes ago.

He didn't say a word, and kept staring at her.

But Li Xiaoxiao wandered so badly, always maintaining a posture, not even noticing that the leader had finished his training.

At a glance, Si Mocheng could see that she was distracting, and the expression that had been relieved a little bit sank again.

Until ten minutes later, seeing her still wandering.

Si Mocheng stood up with a calm face and strode towards the door.

Feeling someone approaching, Li Xiaoxiao finally recovered, and quickly put on a respectful face: "Did you finish?"

Simocheng laughed angrily by her, and said with a cold face, "Do you like to stand? You can stand here for review! No rest!"

His tone was extraordinarily cold, cold and severe.

Coupled with his proximity, standing in front of her, the air-conditioning all over his body seemed to pass directly.

Li Xiaoxiao's eyes blushed, and she threw herself into his arms, holding his waist tightly with both hands, with a small cat-like face tilted up, and water mist in his eyes, looking at him pitifully: "Don't be aggressive Up!"

The breath of Simocheng's whole body loosened, and the aura of swordsmanship in the room also dissipated.

His heart softened all at once, and he could no longer harden his heart.

Li Xiaoxiao's eyes were red, like a little rabbit, and said softly: "You can't be fierce to me, I don't like you when you are fierce to me."

Simocheng lifted her chin: "Who do you plan to like?"

Li Xiaoxiao pouted her little mouth, didn't speak, and leaned her little face to his arms, only feeling at ease and peace of mind.

Si Mocheng sighed softly, lowered his eyes and said, "Will you still fight in the future?"

"Stop fighting." Li Xiaoxiao said buzzingly.

Simocheng slowly said, "I don't care if you fight or not."

"Huh?" Li Xiaoxiao looked up at him puzzled.

"But whenever I find that you are injured, I will throw you into the barracks for a year or a half." He spoke slowly.

Li Xiaoxiao stuck out his tongue, she was not a superman, how could she fight without getting hurt.

Then don't fight it, it's scary.

Li Xiaoxiao whispered: "You threw me in for a year and a half, and I might not be so soft when I come back. Will it become as hard as you?"

Si Mocheng kissed her forehead and whispered softly, "Xiaoxiao, I am very worried."

Li Xiaoxiao lowered his eyes and said softly: "I'm sorry."

The two were silent for a while before Si Mocheng slowly said, "Clean up in the afternoon and take you out in the evening."

"Where to go? Do you miss them all night?"

"Yep."