Wen Jing narrowed his eyes slightly and thought.

The big tail behind him shook slightly in the air. Without answering, the little girl spoke immediately.

"Oh, by the way, you destroyed my mountain and picked it up by me. That's my beast." The little girl's voice was sweet, blinking her eyes, lifting him half in the air, and spoke to her seriously.

It was very strange that a wave of sovereignty was declared by a girl who was less than one hundredth of his age.

Wen Jing glanced at Chu Ci with his golden red eyes, and this time he spoke.

The voice was slightly low and gorgeous, a little lazy, and the careless tone was combined with his soft and cute look, giving him a strange and cute feeling.

"Your beast?"

"We agreed to pay for it," Chu Ci was not surprised by the fact that he could speak out this time. The corners of his lips curled slightly, the dimples on his cheeks were exposed, and his head was slightly tilted, "I can't go back on my word."

Wen Jing paused for a moment, then smiled in his eyes.

He didn't think this little guy was ridiculous, and even thought she was cute, probably because his eyes were too pure and had a different relationship with others.

Wen Jing thought, and heard Chu Ci speak again.

"Your name has not been told yet."

Wen Jing jumped out of Chu Ci's hand flexibly and rolled himself onto a pillow covered with Chu Ci's breath. He raised his little head from a fluffy ball, with a little lazy, "This is the second time, Cibao, I am Wen Jing."

Does the mission targets of each plane like this title?

When Chu Ci heard the familiar name, she paused, but she didn't look into it. She looked at him with her head in a slant and thought for a while, "The man I saw before I fell asleep should be you?"

Speaking of this, Wen Jing narrowed his eyes slightly, "If you said you didn't give me any surprise reaction and just went straight into my arms, it was me."

The little girl was not at all wary.

When Chu Ci heard what she did at that time, she paused slightly. It was not the shyness that Wen Jing thought the little girl should have. In fact, Chu Ci, who was older than Wen Jing's plane, tilted her head and thought seriously. Finally, she spoke, "The breath on your body is very comfortable and warm, suitable for sleeping."

After hearing this comment, Wen Jing paused slightly.

Some say he is cold and casual, some say he is violent and ostentatious, but this word warm has never been said except her, but she probably only dares to say it.

Hearing the light in his eyes, his eyes drooped down, covering the light in his eyes.

‘Wenjing’s love value is 2, currently 27.’

As for, suitable for... sleeping?

If the little girl hadn't had a calm eyes and a simple and innocent look in her eyes, he would have thought she was going to hint at him.

After a brief exchange, Chu Ci started practicing again. Wen Jing shrank on Chu Ci's pillow. The fresh smell on Chu Ci's hair was lingered in the tip of his nose. Finally, he closed his eyes and quietly recovered his injuries little by little.

When Chu Ci opened her eyes again, she didn't know how long it took. She subconsciously looked at the pillow. The small ball of plush was huddling on it, looking a little depressed and not very energetic.
Chapter completed!