Shang Liangyue, "We talk about a metaphor for thin waists."

As he said that, Shang Liangyue lowered her head and looked at the waist that was still being held by Di Yu, "Look at my waist, how thin is it?"

She put her hands around her waist and gestured, "It's narrower than a4 paper."

"Although the waist is thin and looks good, it is not good if it is too thin. The proportions are not harmonious and it looks bad."

"It's just right now."

Actually, I'm a little thinner.

But she couldn't say she was thin, and if she wanted to say thin, he must be worried again.

Di Yu listened to the words he had never heard of before, and the ink in his eyes became thicker again as he heard.

He doesn't like to hear what she says over there.

It was as if she was leaving him one day.

This feeling was a thorn in his heart.

Shang Liangyue didn't hear Di Yu's response and looked at him. Seeing that his eyes were wrong again, she hurriedly said, "Don't worry."

"I'll make up for it when the war is over."

Speaking of war, Shang Liangyue thought of something, and her expression changed very quickly.

She became serious.

"By the way, prince, I have something to ask you."

Di Yu's eyes moved slightly, and he looked at Shang Liangyue, "Yes."

He hugged her tightly and loosened her waist a little, making her feel more comfortable. At the same time, his hands moved slightly and carried Shang Liangyue to his lap and sat.

This way Shang Liangyue is more comfortable.

Shang Liangyue was indeed a little more comfortable, but she still moved Di Yu's leg and found a comfortable seat to sit down. Then she said, "I..."

As soon as she spoke out, she felt something, and she stiffened and looked at Di Yu, "Prince, you..."

Di Yu looked at her, something was jumping in his eyes.

He said.
Chapter completed!