C25 (1/2)

The man put the folded pile of clothes back in the cupboard and opened another. The cabinet was connected to two others. Si Xiaobao knew that one of them kept the clothes, but he had never seen the other one before.

At this moment, the man opened the door. Si Xiaobao stuck his head out from behind the man. Who knew that the clothes were still open and they were all black. Ye Zichen twitched his mouth, then sat back on the bed.

The well-defined hands swept across the wooden clothes rack one by one, finally stopping on a wooden clothes rack. He took it out and took out the clothes hanging on it.

Walking over and squatting down, his slender fingers nimbly undid the buttons on Si Xiaobao's shirt. It could be seen that he had done it many times with his proficient technique. Si Xiaobao immediately grabbed his hand. The man raised his eyes and looked at him calmly: ”What's wrong?”

Si Xiaobao pouted, pointed at the man's clothes on his lap and asked, ”You're going to give me this?”

”Well, what's wrong with that?”

Very bad!

Si Xiaobao rolled his eyes, grabbed the clothes from his hands, and threw it on the dead man's face with all his might: ”Look, look, this is a godly horse! ”This is a godly horse!”

The man cast a sidelong glance at her, but his expression did not change. ”Clothes to wear outside.”

”Fuck you!” For hair is a skirt, and you wear a skirt for me! I am not a woman! ” ”Si Xiaobao's face was flushed red, his delicate cheeks were as red as an apple, and his eyes were round and bright, with a faint glimmer in them.

”Baby, listen to me!” He took off the fish-tailed skirt on Si Xiaobao's hand and continued to strip, ”You caught a cold when you went out last time, which proves that your resistance is low. Besides, you're only a kid now, be good, let's put it on obediently and then go out. Don't you want to go out and play in the future?”

Si Xiaobao's eyelids trembled. This was not a threat, not at all.

Slash! This was a threat!

I want to resist! I want a peasant uprising!

The man held the clothes and looked at him silently.

All right … He should just put it on obediently. Si Xiaobao became more obedient. He was definitely not afraid of threats. He was not afraid of not being able to leave his house. It was just that his clothes were a little cold without them on. Si Xiaobao lowered his head. His black hair covered his expression.

The man looked down at Si Xiaobao's furry head. His ears were red at the tips. It was so cute that a trace of a smile appeared in his black eyes.

Her long, honey-colored fingers glided across her pale, delicate skin. They were as tender as the skin of a baby's skin, making one unable to forget them. The tips of her fingers caused ripples everywhere they passed.

Si Xiaobao's body trembled. The man thought he was cold and took back his charming thoughts. He then put the little mermaid back on.

Although it was a skirt, as a boy it felt awkward to wear it. However, he had to deny that this cloth was indeed very clear, and it did not bother him even when he wore it.

He stood up and ran to the mirror barefooted. He looked left and right, then turned around and continued to look, his fat little fingers pinching his chin. ”Un, not bad, not bad. ”Si Bao, if we get out, you'll definitely bewitch a bunch of girls to death!”

As he spoke, he gave himself a coquettish look in the mirror. This kind of feeling did not seem like it was from the way he was preparing for the peasant uprising at all.