Could this be the person Qingqian wants him to find?

But he didn't see the sharp ears...

I felt a pair of eyes staring at me, burning and scorching.

Feng Liu turned his head and happened to meet Bingyao.

He realized something was wrong and immediately let go of her waist.

Take a step back.

Bingyao stood in front of the wall, looking at him with a pair of water-cut eyes.

Feng Liu's scalp was numb, and suddenly he thought of the soft kiss they had just now.

"Don't get me wrong." Feng Liu said.

Bingyao's clear eyes flashed, "Brother said, the man who kissed me is my future husband."

Romantic: "…"

"So, you will be my future husband."

"It's not that serious, right?" Fengliu was simply stunned!

"When my brother told me, he looked serious. I think this matter must be very serious."

Fengliu suddenly realized that Bingyao's emotional intelligence is a bit low?

She is a smart girl, but she seems to have never been in love before.

Actually, I thought about it, but after Mu Qingqian mentioned it occasionally, Bingyao died at a young age...

"Yaoyao." Fengliu suddenly spoke.

Bingyao frowned, and this name sounded goosebumps.

"I'll ask you something."

"Um."

"Do you like me?"

"like."

"What do you like me?"

"The smell on you."

Fengliu's sword eyebrows moved slightly, "...what?"

What's his smell?

What does it taste like?

"Your smells so good, I like it."

"Then let me ask you, why did you first appear in the woods to save me?"

"At that time, I remember that as soon as I woke up, I smelled the smell on you, which was very nice, and then I came out and happened to see Qingya attacking you. I was worried that the smell would disappear, so I rushed forward..."

Fengliu slowly narrowed her eyes, "So that's it."

This girl doesn't know what it means to like!

She approached him, and it started with the taste.

Because of Mu Qingqian's instructions, he kept following him?

Feng Liu turned around and left.

Bingyao followed bitterly, "You are so strange. Didn't you do well just now? Can you walk slowly? I can't keep up with you anymore."

Along the way, Fengliu didn't say a word to Bingyao again.

She would follow her if she wanted to, but he ignored her anyway.

Bingyao felt extremely embarrassed, but when she thought that Mu Qingqian wanted her to look at Fengliu well, she gritted her teeth and endured it.

In an inn, Fengliu entered for a while and found something was wrong.

He drove a room next to the group of people.

Bingyao is a soul, and has always been very vigilant.

"There is a person's breath in the room next door, which is different from the other three." Bingyao sat opposite Fengliu and whispered.

It's like talking to yourself.

Romantic and clever, "Can you feel it?"

Bingyao nodded, took a grape and handed it to Fengliu's palm, "My sensitivity to breath is amazing."

"So magical?" Fengliu looked down, "What do you mean by giving me a grape?"

"I want to eat it, you burn it for me."

Romantic: "…"

A fire spread out from his fingertips, and the grapes were immediately burned into raisins.

He stuffed the thing to Bingyao, "Stay in the room, I'll come when I go."

"Don't go." Bingyao immediately called him, "You are not the opponent of that person."
Chapter completed!