Ling Luoyu was overjoyed: "Okay..."

"When there is time in the next day, the deity will take you to the animal garden to pick one!"

Ling Luoyu's smile froze abruptly, and his heart was gone! !

Why change the day? !

She wants it now, OK? ?

As if to figure out what she was thinking, Mo Xuanchen quietly stepped forward and looked down.

"What? You want it now?!"

Ling Luoyu's lips twitched slightly: "If you can have it now, of course it would be the best..."

"If you want it now, I will give it to you now..."

Mo Xuanchen raised his lips ambiguously, his voice filled with infinite charm.

What's terrible is that when she said "I will give it to you now", somewhere in her body, she still rubbed her body intentionally or unintentionally.

Ling Luoyu jumped up like furry, with a small expression of disgust: "Mo...Young Master!!"

The words "Xuan Chen" at the back were swallowed alive.

Now is not a good time to blow up hair.

Her mouth twitched, and she backed away with a smirk.

"That... Young Master, I don't want it... My little identity, how can I be worthy of a flying beast... I just used my legs to kill..."

"No more?" Mo Xuanchen hissed slightly regretfully.

"No more!!"

"Okay..." Mo Xuanchen shook his sleeves, and continued to move forward: "Wait when you want it, when will you come to me!! Remember, I'm always ready to give you..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

How does this passage sound so dirty? !

Is her own thoughts dirty, or Mo Da's enchanting words, which is a bit dirty in itself? !

Inside the vanilla hall.

Terrace on the second floor.

Xiao Yu stood by the window, combing her long hair with her fingertips.

Chan'er made the bed behind her: "Miss, the bed is ready, can you come and rest?!"

"Ok!"

He responded, but Xiao Yu didn't mean to leave.

In the distance, Mo Xuanchen and Ling Luoyu one after another, their figures were gradually engulfed by green trees and grass.

"Cicada!"

"Miss..."

"This San...Are you familiar with it?!"

"Asan?? Isn't it all right?!" Chan'er answered cautiously: "Why did the young lady suddenly ask about her??"

"How is she?!"

"Asan... She is very clever, sleek, and has eyesight... By the way, she is very good at the rouge gouache used by women!! Since she came, our sisters in the vanilla hall have used her rouge almost Gouache!!!"

"Make rouge gouache!?" Xiao Yu was startled.

"Yes, very delicate!!"

Chan'er took out the rouge from his sleeve and presented it with a smile.

"Miss, the rouge she made is evenly matte and not greasy to the touch, and it is very comfortable...Of course, Miss you, such a natural beauty, can't use these rouge!"

"Make rouge?!" Xiao Yu didn't know whether rouge was good, her eyebrows frowned, her eyes turned slightly: "Is it my illusion...not her?"

Cicada was startled: "Who?!"

"It's okay!!"

Xiao Yu handed Rouge back calmly and waved for Chan'er to go down.

On the road far away, Mo Xuanchen and Ling Luoyu had completely disappeared.

"Is it because I am too nervous, thinking too much? That San, is an ordinary human race, isn't she?? There are so many legends about her, but there is no legend about her making rouge gouache?! Besides... The rouge is made very exquisitely. Without certain experience and heritage, it can't be done...Could it be that I really think too much?!"