Where is Ling Luoyu?

Not taking this trick at all.

"Yeah, I'm really angry!"

Ling Luoyu squeezed the girl's face carelessly, but she opened it with one hand.

"Stupid woman, I told you so much, you didn't hear a word, did you? By then, don't blame me for being cruel!"

"You are a 13-year-old girl, even if it makes you cruel, where can you go?"

Unless Ling Luoyu doesn't accept the move, he will be like this kind of rascal who is not afraid of boiling water.

"Don't forget, I am your uncle Mo Xuanchen's favorite woman, and her little lady. From a generational perspective, whether you like it or not, you have to call me aunt!"

"you"

Ling Luoyu's words were like a sharp knife and plunged deeply into the girl's heart.

Is this woman a lunatic?

She said so much that she didn't even hear a word.

"Girl, you are still young, and you don't know what a twisted melon is not sweet. For your uncle Mo Xuanchen, he likes someone like me, who is nice, gentle, and kind, not like you. ...Have not grown up yet..."

Ling Luoyu was very unkind and gestured with both hands on the girl's chest.

"Then what, can't..."

The girl looked at her chest for the first time: "..."

Of course not!

Having said that, she is only thirteen years old and hasn't grown up yet!

She is still in the developmental stage now, three years later, she will be fine!

Wait...

The girl suddenly raised her head and looked at Ling Luoyu's eyes with something wrong.

"You... what were you doing just now? Did you know that this is presumptuous?"

Which woman in this world is not talking about **** change?

Even if they are given the courage, they dare not make any obvious actions and words, including certain hints.

But the woman in front of her... could even stroke her **** so presumptuously.

Ling Luoyu's smile is still sweet: "How can you be presumptuous? My sister is just playing around with you, besides, my sister, this tells you from the perspective of a woman, don't think so much before you mature. ... Maybe in the future, you will meet a man better than Uncle Mo Xuanchen!"

"What do you know, in my heart, he is the most perfect person in the world..."

"What's perfect? If he is extremely tired, he will snore when he wakes up. He will snort when he eats, and sometimes he will giggle. It's a silly silly smile, which is so stupid..."

"You...you have slept?" The girl's face looked ugly: "You...you don't know shame, you don't know you...you are not married yet, how can you sleep together? ?"

Ling Luoyu's smiling eyes were a bit playful: "What happened to us sleeping together? But it's just sleeping together, not doing other things..."

"Don't do anything? He is a man... Will he do nothing when he meets a woman who hooks on him?!"

The girl screamed hysterically, suddenly grabbed the sketch portrait on the table, raised her hand to tear it to pieces, and threw it on Ling Luoyu's face, running out with tears in her eyes.

Ling Luoyu did not hide, letting the paper flutter and scatter.

After the girl left, the smile on her face gradually disappeared, and she slowly lowered her eyes to look at the sketches scattered around her feet.