Kasigong
I need this slave, not more maids.
You her?
Yan does not regret to look at Korea’s crooked eyes again, not as hostile as ordinary people, but tears, strong and appreciative. The Taoist priest is more beautiful than regretful.
It’s a pity that I am actually his slave. Don’t get me wrong.
grace
Your ya give me back Kass and pull him back into your arms and imprison him in your chest. You don’t regret it. Leng Qing said that she is my slave and my woman. She is not a stupid woman. I will let this slave accompany me.
I am your woman.
He didn’t take the wrong medicine, did he?
Korea curled her face and shivered. Cass stared at him. She seemed to see a touch of sincerity in his eyes, and then it was obscured by obscurity.
Me, her
Cass mouth not stupid eyes don’t twinkle.
I know
From the day he earned her pliers and went after her, she knew that even if Han’s sister left, his heart would not float to her, but she was still stubborn.
I’ll be with my slaves
Give up if you don’t regret it.
Yan unrepentant slender refers to wiping away tears slightly from the thick tree edge to Korea, wiping her shoulder with a bleak smile.
That’s an open-minded girl and a strong family. Even if she can’t get it, she won’t destroy it. She will squeeze a smile faithfully. Even if she is sad again, I wish you happiness and no regrets. I won’t say these nonsense again.
I
I hope my sister will take good care of Kasong. His Korean sister has been hurt too much and can’t hurt him any more. His appearance is rough, but his heart is soft and painful when he touches it. Yan doesn’t regret it all the time. She smiles at her eyebrows, smiles, is decent and generous, and talks about how much she doesn’t give up. She passed by him from beginning to end. She never passed by and forgot to regret it. Say it.
What did you say?
Cass asked
Yan smiled like a spring breeze and said, Hehe, I don’t regret it, and I can’t remember going back to make a good cup of tea for Brother Yi, which made him overworked.
Looking at Yan’s slender back without regret, Korea can’t help but feel distressed. Turn around and gouge out to Castleman and scold you, a Uber scourge that hurts people.
You bark like a ghost
Cass cold-hummed a long arm and wrapped her around the thick trunk, leaning against her charming body. Her bloody eyes stared at her deeply, and her red cheeks and black silks and satins looked so handsome and domineering with the cold wind.
His oppressive temper blows to her lips, his charming body leans against the cold trunk, and Cass rolls back to form a curved and exquisite curve. What are you doing? His eyes are burning and his blood is strange and mysterious, which makes her timid.
I’m thinking of telling my slave to stop barking and going crazy. Kasyong shrugged his shoulders lazily and rolled his body towards her. He glanced at her eyes, looked at the frightened corners of his mouth and raised his evil spirit with a sly smile.
you
You are really noisy.
Cass snorted and rubbed her supple hair, blowing the medicine chest in his oppressive breath, slipping quietly from the armpit and hitting her foot.
Ah, it hurts
Do you have brains here? Cass poked her head angrily and lifted the medicine box to the side. She leaned over and stared at her. Her face was not there, and her expression was not long. Just cut it to save the top-heavy and small foundation.
You don’t have a brain
Who are you talking to?
Cass suddenly raised his eyebrows, his fingers were rough, and Korea curled her jaw and stared at her with provocative eyes, and his eyes were as tangled as murder.
