Chapter 87 Others Cultivate Immortals, I Raise Beasts 34

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The little girl had a temper tantrum, very childish.

Wen Jing sneered.

Kicked off the shoes that were put on casually just now, raised his hands to gather his skirts, and lazily nestled on the bed full of little girls. If there is any difference from before, it is probably that the back A big tail that sweeps from time to time.

His golden-red eyes were slightly narrowed, and his gaze followed the little girl's movements.

Seeing that Chu Ci found a light blue shirt with gestures, she blinked her eyes while holding the dress, she didn't know what she thought of, and then turned her head to look at it, and all of a sudden it was the same as Wen Jing's golden pair of clothes. The red eyes meet.

"What's wrong?" Wen Jing raised his brows, and looked at the clothes in Chu Ci's hands with a slightly critical look, "I don't like me, and I will take you to buy it again later."

He looks like a grandpa who has plenty of money.

But the main problem is not this.

Chu Ci stroked her chin and called him softly, "Turn around."

Hearing this, Wen Jing reacted and raised his eyebrows in dissatisfaction. He had clearly seen it last time, so why can't he watch it this time.

Thinking about the last time, Wen Jing raised his eyebrows lightly, with a hint of evil, "No."

scoundrel.

The corners of Chu Ci's lips were slightly pursed, and she walked quickly to the bed, staring at him with her eyes, and paused every word, "Old, rascal, rascal!"

old rascal? ?

Wen Jing's eyes darkened, and he looked at the little girl in front of him who didn't know how tall she was, her teeth were bared and her hair was provoking him.

It's the other way around.

He raised his hand and pulled the little girl's wrist into his arms, then put his fingers on the little girl's soft face, squeezed and pulled.

"Hiss—" the little girl gasped, and pulled his face with her eyes wide open. In the end, the two got into a mess, and the little girl jumped out of Wen Jing's arms.

But it's not that simple, just halfway through the jump, the tall and long-handed Wen Jing grabbed the collar and dragged him back.

Tired from the fuss, this can be regarded as a calming down.

The little girl was lying softly on his chest, her clothes were slightly messed up by the fight just now, her little face looked fair and delicate, her big round eyes were covered with a layer of faint The water mist is spinning, I don't know what to pay attention to.

Seeing the innocent look of the little girl, Wen Jing subconsciously had a bad premonition in his heart, and sure enough, the little girl picked up his clothes and looked straight at him with moist eyes. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, bringing out her sweet and intoxicating dimples, "Wen Jing Jing Jing, I want to hug fluffy dumplings, okay?"

Just keep an eye on his prototype and not let go.

"……not good."

The little girl blinked her eyes, put her two white and tender hands together, and rubbed them slightly, like a fly rubbing her hands, "Is that okay?"

Got it, and acted like a baby again.

In the end, the fluffy little red dumpling was held in the arms of the little girl, and she let the little girl squeeze and round him with a sigh.

It was simply eaten to death.

Wen Jing thought about it with a sigh, and then lightened his body again. Before Wen Jing could realize what happened, the surroundings suddenly became dark, and he rolled twice, and then realized that it was Wen Jing who was covered by his own clothes. The face is also black.

The little girl looks innocent, but actually has a wicked heart.

Wen Jing's small body was pulled out from under the clothes, and his small head was exposed. He lay on the bed and looked at the little girl who had already put on the coat and was buttoning it, and sighed.