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"Just listen to me from now on."

As soon as these words came out, Lin Xinjiang's ears turned red instantly, he hesitated and couldn't say anything, her face was full of shyness.

Facing Ling Tu, Lin Xinjiang seemed to be like this all the time.

"You go out first, let me change my clothes." Seeing Lin Xinjiang standing still and not speaking, Ling Tu spoke first.

Lin Xinjiang raised her eyebrows, her beautiful face was covered with a flying smile: "Why don't I help father change clothes?"

Ling Tu shook his head, helplessly: "I don't feel ashamed."

"You dress up like a man, but you just change from one robe to another, why don't you feel ashamed?" Lin Xinjiang was puzzled.

"There is no daughter in this world who changes clothes for her father."

Lin Xinjiang was quite dissatisfied: "This daughter is really hard to be."

"What did you think of your daughter before?" Ling Tu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "And I don't wear men's clothing."

"Don't wear men's clothes? Why?" Lin Xinjiang was stunned, she was too lazy to continue pestering, so she turned her back and said, "Forget it, you change quickly, we have a very tight schedule."

In the past few days, Lin Xinjiang and Bei Mingjin have been hanging out together, and they are not fooling around.

Lin Xinjiang is not a person who likes to plan. It is too difficult to write the plan for several days. Therefore, the plan this time is so thorough that even Tiandao admires it.

Enough to be touched by Heavenly Dao, and then match them up.

Lin Xinjiang rehearsed it again in her mind, and was overwhelmed by the situation she imagined.

Absolutely brilliant program for the whole day today.

"I changed it, let's go."

Hearing Ling Tu's words, Lin Xinjiang hurriedly turned her head and was stunned.

Ling Tu was wearing a blue skirt with a narrow waist, the skirt was embroidered with gold silk patterns, and the waist was dotted with tassels. Her long black hair like a waterfall was simply tied up, revealing her slender neck.

She usually wears a wide Taoist robe, which gives people a feeling of being a fairy that cannot be played with, but she doesn't know that behind this wide Taoist robe, she has such a graceful figure.

Luoshen Fu once wrote: Its shape is as light as a frightened bird, and as graceful as a dragon swimming.Rongyao Qiuju, Huamao Chunsong.

Lin Xinjiang didn't read much, but felt that this sentence was just right to describe Atu at this time.

"What? Doesn't this look good?" Ling Tu couldn't help asking, seeing Lin Xinjiang's silence.

"It's beautiful, I thought it was the fairy sister who came down to earth." Lin Xinjiang looked bright, and her eyes were full of light.

"You're like that Beiming Brocade again, with a glib tongue." Ling Tu gave her a strange look, her fair and jade face covered with red clouds.

She rarely wears skirts, but as a woman, it is natural to want to dress up for special people on special festivals.

Therefore, she doesn't want to wear men's clothes, she wants to show her special but real self in front of Lin Xinjiang.

"Wait a minute, I'll paint Atu's eyebrows." Lin Xinjiang could not help but pull her to the mirror and let her sit down.

"Didn't you just say time..."

Lin Xinjiang looked down at her, her eyes full of seriousness: "Ah Tu, I want to paint your eyebrows."

Ling Tu was defeated by the seriousness in Lin Xin's crimson eyes, nodded and said no more.

Lin Xinjiang lifted Ling Tu's chin slightly, and carefully painted her eyebrows, her eyes were full of her reflection.

For a while, the room was extremely quiet, and the distance between the two was extremely close, with their noses meeting each other.

Ling Tu felt that Lin Xinjiang was a very different person, no matter in the previous life or the present life.

He looks mature, but sometimes he is naive like a child. He also likes to act like a baby, but he just likes to bury many things in his heart and bear them alone.

Lin Xinjiang stopped her movements and looked at her carefully, her gentle eyes swept inch by inch, leaving a hot spot.

Ling Tu was used to seeing Lin Xinjiang's radiance and enchantment, but it was rare for her to be so gentle.

"Let me put some more rouge on you." She spoke again, her fiery eyes seemed to be able to ignite Ling Tu.

Before Ling Tu nodded, she took out the rouge.

The soft fingertips gently rubbed Ling Tu's lips with an almost pious tenderness.

The fingertips were cold, but everywhere they touched was scorching hot. The hot flame seemed to be still burning towards the tip of Ling Tu's heart, which made her feel a little helpless for a while.

Lin Xinjiang stopped again, and looked at it for a long time, until Ling Tu asked her softly, "Is it all right?"

"It's okay." Lin Xinjiang's gaze left, and she was dumbfounded, as if she was still in her own world.

Ling Tu smiled, stretched out his hand to her, and said, "Then let's go."

Lin Xinjiang just woke up suddenly, and hurriedly raised her hand, her cold fingertips touched the hand that was stretched out to her, and then shrank back reflexively, but was warmed by the other's warm hand. Hold it tightly with soft hands.

Along with that soft touch, what swept over Lin Xinjiang was the unstoppable beating of his heart.

Ling Tu tilted his head to look at her, seemingly puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"Let's go." Lin Xinjiang took out the mask from the storage bag, looked into the distance, and the hands that were clasped together turned into interlocking fingers.

The more I get along with Ah Tu, the happier I am.

No matter in the past or present life, Lin Xinjiang has been poisoned a lot, only by not staring at her, can he barely restrain the beating heart.

"Hong Hong, where are we going next?" Ling Tu looked sideways at her, her beautiful eyes were looking forward, her jade face was more delicate than a flower, her fingers were like peeling onion roots, and her mouth was like holding red dandelions.

Lin Xinjiang thought that the most important plan she should make was to think about how to hide Atu.

"Let's go to... Mingyue Tower." Lin Xinjiang put on a mask to hide her slightly hot cheeks.

The author has something to say: Today's big sister is a big sister who can turn back without talking.