"What are you afraid of? My mother won't hurt you!"

Yang Bing became increasingly unhappy, and carefully stroked the wind chimes.

"My mother is the kindest and best mother in the world..."

Ignoring Ling Luoyu's eyes, she put the wind chimes on her cheeks, as if lying on her mother's palm, her face was intoxicated.

"No matter what you do, my mother will never hurt you..."

"That's good!"

Ling Luoyu clapped his hands and took two steps back.

"Um... if you are fine, I'll go back first..."

"Don't go!"

Yang Bing suddenly grabbed Ling Luoyu's wrist, a little shy.

"You... let's talk about the high priest..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Good point, why did you pull out Mo Xuanchen again?

"You all think I'm stupid, but I'm not stupid... I know, the high priest is kind to you!! He has never been so kind to other women..."

Yang Bing bit Zhu's lips lightly, sat down in front of the window, drew his fingertips across the wind chimes, making a crisp sound.

"He is good to you because he likes you, just as if I like him... and be good to him... However, he doesn't like me... won't be good to me..."

The wind blew her long hair, fascinated her eyes, and also concealed the tears in her eyes.

Looking at her clear eyes, Ling Luoyu felt a little guilty inexplicably, as if he were the junior.

"That...Miss Bing, liking someone is something you can control, but if you want others to like you, it is out of control..."

Feather eyelashes trembled lightly, she sat down beside her.

"I know you like the high priest, but... there is no rule. If you like a person, you must be a husband and wife..."

Touching her fingertips, she stroked her long hair and smiled softly.

"You can treat him as your brother, your friend, your mentor... Trust me, when you treat him as your brother, he will definitely treat you as a younger sister, and will like you like a younger sister..."

The expression in Yang Bing's eyes suddenly became very complicated, seeming to have infinite grievances: "I...I just treat him like a brother... But he just doesn't like me..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

This matter seems a bit messy! !

"You... treat the high priest as your brother?"

"Yeah... I like him as much as I like uncle..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

The relationship with that is a bit complicated.

"You...you and your uncle..."

"boom!"

The sound of an object hitting suddenly sounded in the room, shocking Ling Luoyu abruptly to stop.

"Who?!"

This voice is obviously in the hall.

But in the hall, there were only two of them.

"That's the sound of the wind blowing the door. In my bedroom, there are often such sounds. It's nothing..." Yang Bing didn't care.

"wind"

Ling Luoyu stared at the wind chimes.

Although the wind can blow a wind chime, it can never blow a door.

She raised her eyes slightly, she looked at the door of the palace, a strange color appeared in the bottom of her eyes

If the wind blows the door, how can it blow only once? !

The gate of the temple is as steady as a rock, motionless.

"Miss Yan..."

Yang Bing gently pulled Ling Luoyu's sleeves, his black eyes burning.

"You... can we be sisters?"

"what?"

Ling Luoyu didn't expect that Yang Bing would be so good that he would jump out such a sentence.

For a while, some couldn't recover.

"What sister?"

Don't you want to be master and servant?

How did this pull out the sisters? !