Slag Girl Illustrated Book

A sunny and energetic boy came over and lightly swept Ruan Xihe's shoulder.

The security guard frowned and asked again: "Is this your girlfriend?"

"Why, doesn't it look like?"

Luo Tianjiao patted Ruan Xihe on the shoulder: "Baby, he doesn't believe it."

Ruan Xihe didn't want to bother to apply for a card, so he didn't refute the boy, so he said: "Aren't we a good match?"

This aggrieved look.

It's really like a little girl acting coquettishly during her passionate love.

He touched her head: "Worthy, worthy, we are not worthy, who else is worthy?"

Gan!

This big wave of dog food was really caught off guard, and there was a sense of suffocation that was inexplicably stuffed with his mouth.

The security finally nodded and let go.

He smells very good, with a faint fragrance of shower gel.

It makes people feel comfortable as soon as it gets closer.

After Luo Tianjiao took Ruan Xihe in, he let go of her and smiled beautifully at her: "I'm sorry I just took you without your consent."

The boy's smile seemed to infect people.

The eyes are bright, as if there are little stars hidden.

Ruan Xihe was in a strange mood. Seeing him smiling, he wanted to laugh as well: "No, I want to thank you."

"Hahaha, this is my first time a hero saves the United States!"

He speaks very interestingly.

Ruan Xihe also smiled.

"Miss Sister, do you want to add a WeChat?"

When Luo Tianjiao took out his cell phone, everything was natural.

"Can."

Ruan Xihe scanned his code.

You see, Lang has sentimental concubine intentionally, this is worthy of being called Aventure.

As long as one party disagrees, it is called a rotten peach blossom.

This teenager's WeChat profile picture is a red Teletubbies, very cute, and his screen name is Sandianshui

Luo Tianjiao glanced at Ruan Xihe calmly. Her head was a tea table, and there was a cup of tea on the tea table. Even the heat was clearly visible.

The net name is He Suo Dongnuan.

He typed his name on the screen and sent it to her.

Three points of water: Luo Tianjiao

What is warm in winter: Ruan Xihe

Ruan Xihe thinks that he is the most young person he has ever seen. He is the kind of young man who doesn't like the spring breeze, doesn't bother seeing Xia Chan, sees the autumn breeze without sorrow, sees Dongxue without sighing, and sees the rich and lazy.

Just a little bit immature.

"How old are you this year?"

She asked one more question, in a lazy tone, and seemed to answer or not to answer.

"Yesterday it just turned 18." He smiled and turned into a small crescent, very beautiful.

"And you?"

Ruan Xihe chuckled lightly: "You are one year older than you."

"Miss Sister~" He dragged the last note, which sounded nice in short.