The little fairy was stunned, and consciously failed to say: "I..."

She pursed her lips, but the explanation was finally swallowed.

What is there to explain? Isn't this true?

The marriage between the two was only a whim for him, and the person he liked was never himself.

Even though he seemed to have seen through Qi Yishu's tricks later on, the experience of being tortured was still vivid when he was crushed under him at the beginning.

Seeing that she didn't continue speaking, Zhan Mijiang didn't know what she was thinking.

He gritted his teeth with hatred.

I bought something for her and wanted to give her something funny; because she was allergic to dog hair, she stared at the craftsman to make stuffed toys for her; although she didn’t like any poetry fairs, she went to Qi with her Dream Garden...what is all this in her heart?

Zhan Mijiang approached, firmly grasped the handle of her chair with both hands, circled her in the chair, and asked her condescendingly: "Madam, what you said is really hurtful for your husband."

The little fairy looked at him blankly, with thoughts and feelings of "isn't it like this" in his eyes.

Zhan Mijiang gritted his posterior teeth: "How does Madam think I have feelings for you? Do you want to read love poems for you?"

Speaking of Zhan Mijiang, he also pirated Tagore's love poem: "The furthest distance in the world is not life and death, but I stand in front of you, but you don't know that I love you. Is it enough? Do I need to read two more poems? ?"

People in this dynasty are not popular to say whether they love or not, but they pay attention to subtle beauty.

Suddenly someone said "I love you" to her, and the little fairy was shocked. Her cheeks were pink and the tips of her ears were red, and she fell into the world from the fairy world.

Zhan Mijiang grabbed her chair and shook it: "Speaking, is it enough?"

The little fairy came back to her senses.

She lowered her head, her chest rose and fell, and her voice was like a mosquito grunting: "You...you..."

Zhan Mijiang laughed: "Me? What am I?"

He stared at her tightly, thinking about what she could respond to.

The little fairy took a few deep breaths, and finally gathered the courage to raise his head, looking at him with a pair of eyes: "You poem...the rhyme is wrong..."

The expression on Zhan Mijiang's face disappeared little by little.

He looked at the person in front of him blankly.

The little fairy had already recovered, ready to talk about rhyming with the illiterate in front of him.

Zhan Mijiang stretched out his hand and put his index finger up in front of her lips, blocking her lips that were about to open and close.

Fenzhi leaned against her fingertips with her slightly cool lips, like a soft kiss, falling in Zhan Mijiang's heart.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at him with a bewildered expression.

Zhan Mijiang's eyes moved slightly, and the words full of words converged on his lips, only to become a short and infinitely ambiguous voice with a smile: "Grass."

After he said that, he finally took his hand back.

Then, without looking at the people behind him, he turned and left.

The little fairy sat on the seat and looked at his back, her simple face was at a loss, but in her heart, Ye Chuijin was yelling frantically: "Come on! ! come! ! ! ! Talking must count! ! ! Don't let me go! ! ! 】

She was addicted to the system once: "What are you here, the favorability value is less than 80." 】

Ye Chuijin covered her ears and shook her head frantically: [I don’t listen, I don’t listen, I don’t listen! 】

system:【……】

The two of them communicated directly in their minds. What does she mean by covering her ears?

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