Chapter 1250 (2/2)

The hand of Jianglou is tiny.

The eyes fell on the girl's face.

Because of the steaming, the cheeks were scarlet. Some ruddy lips, palms big small face, delicate and soft. The eyes were wet and sticky.

The voice was the same as her.

Seeing that he did not speak, the little girl pursed her lower lip and turned her face back.

Jiang Lou just came back to God and took his hand back.

Cheng Xin can't help it. Unfortunately, brother Lou is in the way. He couldn't see anything, so he had to gossip on his face: ”brother Lou, how are you? Do you look good? ”

”Compared with school flowers?”

Compared with school flowers?

Jianglou doesn't know.

All he knew was, this face... How it looked, how it felt.

I can't forget.

Jiang Lou doesn't remember what the school flower looks like.

Su porcelain took off her hat and scarf, and her face was steaming red. At last, she felt much better.

She breathed in a small breath.

But I don't know. The boy behind me is also staring at her.

Jianglou is staring at the little girl's head.

The other side, like a pupil, sat quietly and cleverly in his seat. There was a small chirp on her head. Her hair was black and soft, showing her delicate and small ears.

It's white and tender.

Jianglou stares at it for a long time. How do you see it, how do you feel about it.

It's the same as glutinous rice dumplings.

It makes his hands itchy.

So Jiang Xiaoba held out his hand again and grabbed the little girl's little chirp.

Su porcelain showed a little vacant expression.

Her hair... Seems to have been scratched.

Is it an illusion?

The money jar blinked her eyes and thought with drooping eyes.

Until her little chirp was pinched again.