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Chapter 92 Baby, be good, good baby

"...So she's a girl with an itchy head."

Wen Yao's words silenced all the guests present.

Is this something a carbon-based organism could come up with?

[Is it just that this arrogant person happens to meet someone who doesn't understand romance?]

Sweetheart, promise me you'll be a mute bride, okay?

[So sweet, it feels like I've gone back to when I wasn't such a wicked woman.]

Falling in love with a straight woman is destiny. Don't ask me why I know. We even kissed, and she still asked me why I was using her lip balm on her lips. /crying

...

Yunxing paused in her head-rubbing motion against Wen Yao, then abruptly looked up, her hair standing on end: "I washed it! I'm not the kind of girl with an itchy head!!"

"Okay, okay, it doesn't itch anymore." Wen Yao pinched her little face and comforted her, "Baby, be good, baby. Our baby is the cleanest baby in the world."

call out--

Yunxing immediately turned red.

From the tips of her ears to the back of her neck, her milky-white, delicate skin was covered with a thin layer of rosy blush.

Her beautiful, starry eyes were moist and sparkling, and her long eyelashes fluttered incessantly. Just looking at the girl so close to her made Yunxing's face burn uncontrollably.

She cupped her face in her hands and pressed down hard twice, trying to cool down the heat in this way.

She...she didn't want to like Wen Yao either.

But... but Wen Yao called her baby...

"Mmm..." Yun Xing whimpered, her fluffy head nestled in Wen Yao's arms, her small face buried against the girl's collarbone, and she sniffed twice.

Xiangxiang Duyaoyao.

Soft and chubby.

Yao Yao is simply a fragrant and soft little cake...

Although Wen Yao felt a little confused, she still instinctively patted Yun Xing's head.

Then, like petting a cat, he gently stroked along the back of her head and down her back.

After repeating this several times, Yunxing felt a tingling sensation down her spine, like a tiny electric flower blooming, and she hummed and gurgled comfortably.

The scene was so peaceful and serene that Yunyue couldn't help but smile like an aunt.

Wen Yao was silent for a few seconds, at that age when she couldn't control her tongue, and asked sincerely:

Is it possible that you have bronchitis?

Yunxing: "..."

Yun Yue: "..."

audience:"……"

【Yao-mei, what are you...? ? ?】

[Drag him out! Drag that girl-chaser out!]

[I laughed so hard I was practically crowing, and even Yunxing was meowing from being petted so much. My little sister thought she had bronchitis, hahaha]

...

The silence from the guests was deafening.

Yunyue couldn't hold back any longer and explained for her sister, "She...she felt so good when you touched her..."

Yunxing panicked and quickly interrupted her: "No way!"

Wen Yao lowered her head and met her gaze.

The proud little cat blushed slightly, but still stubbornly bared its teeth and claws, pretending not to mean anything by it:

"It's not because you're stroking me so well, it's because I have phlegm in my throat, okay!"

She snorted, turned her face away, her cheeks puffed out, and she looked like a cute little gas canister when she was angry.

Wen Yao nudged Yun Xing's sleeve.

"Hmph, don't touch me!"

Yun Xing raised her hand to avoid Wen Yao's touch.

Wen Yao then hooked Yun Xing's finger with her hand.