Quickly pass through, Queen: God, don't make trouble

Chapter 55
He couldn't figure out his feelings for Xia Mo.

My heart was throbbing, but I couldn't say I liked it. Unknowingly, a terrible desire was slowly sprouting.

Little Shangshen's eyes were clouded with mist.

(Really, where did such a trash come from. It hindered her and Xia Mo.)
And Xia Mo still cares about him very much, it's really an eyesore.

want to get rid of him.
It's just that if he does this, Xia Mo will definitely have doubts about him.

And his hard-fought disguise will fail in front of her eyes.

Then she would hate him and never talk to him again.

No, he doesn't want to do this.

If it is clear that you can't fight, then you will come to the dark.

Guns are easy to hide, but arrows are hard to guard against.

He didn't believe that he could survive to the end of the game he arranged.

He would never allow anyone to "take her away".

Everything about her belongs to him.

From the first time they met, he found that this person was so attractive to him and so familiar to him.

He quietly watched her every move, not daring to go up and talk to her.

Afraid that she doesn't like me.

When he looked at her quietly once, she suddenly turned her head to him with a smile and waved softly: "Which palace are you from? Do you want to play with me?"

At that time, he did not expect that he would be discovered.

A touch of pink spread from his earlobe, embarrassed and happy.

He fled that day in a hurry.

He went to her again the next day to take the first step.

greet.

His footsteps were very blunt, and he walked slowly in front of her, wanting to talk to her, but his mouth seemed to be glued to 502 and he couldn't speak.

I thought that his greeting or making friends with her was a complete failure.

But not.

She took two steps forward, stretched out one hand, squatted down, and said with crooked eyebrows, "Hello."

Her voice is as beautiful and refreshing as a trickling spring.

A blush rose to his face.

He lowered his head to hide his sudden blush.

Xia Mo took his little hand, which was white and delicate.

It was soft and comfortable, and his skin was like the finest mutton-fat white jade.

Xia Mo said unabashedly: "Your hands are so soft!"

The blush spread to the base of his neck, and he withdrew his hand from Xia Mo's in shame.

Some stammered: "No, your talent is soft."

Xia Mo looked at him very cutely, but still couldn't figure out why he was blushing: "Do you have a fever? I heard that only ordinary people in the lower realms have a fever."

As she talked, she giggled: "You know, I really want to go to the lower realm. Going to the God Realm is not fun at all, there is only rigid practice, but I am afraid that my uncle will be sad, so I have to work hard. .”

She shook her two white and slender legs and took out a mirror eagerly to look at the scene inside.

She beckoned and said, "Come here, let's watch together, do you want to become gods by standing there in a daze, ah, puff, we are gods."

"Um"

He walked up to Xia Mo and stood on tiptoe to look at the picture on the mirror.

Xia Mo couldn't help but burst out laughing again.

She pointed to a stone next to her and asked him to sit with her.

There will be nothing out of sight.

He just stood still, very hesitant.

He, can he sit with her?
Xia Mo thought it was because he was too short, so she stood up and hugged him in her arms, holding the mirror in her hand.

(End of this chapter)