Jia Ying looked at him.

As the pair of light brown amber looked like eyes, Meng Xiaohou's face became increasingly ugly. Finally, he lowered his head in a mess and bit his lower lip.

He was born with a baby face, with red lips and white teeth. Jia Ying's eyes paused on his lip that was even more red. He saw his head down at the angle where he bowed his head, and his long and raised eyelashes trembled, like a stubborn little beast who was grieving alone.

"This expression is good." Jia Ying said.

Meng Xiaohou suddenly looked up and looked at Jia Ying, his mouth opened and closed, looking ashamed and angry as if he had been insulted.

Jia Ying didn't look at him again, "So you can only win in the regular way."

Everyone present: It turns out that you also know that the shortcut mentioned above is inconsistent!

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(Small theater)

Five officially appeared ~

There is always one you like... Huh? Where is the person?

Mr. Jia (swinging the electric mosquito slur): I send another dozen.
Chapter completed!