"No, you are an overlord flower." Li Qingcang reached out and touched Ye Tianxin's hand, "The delicate flowers are too weak, my little Tianxin is an overlord flower."
An overlord flower...
That phrase made Ye Tianxin want to blow up in an instant!
"Brother Li, are you saying I'm fierce?"
"Silly girl, I'm complimenting you."
There was a hint of warmth in Li Qingcang's eyebrows.
"My little Tianxin, look in the mirror. You look even cuter when you get angry."
After Li Qingcang finished his speaking, he pulled down the mirror in front of Ye Tianxin and let her appreciate her own beauty.
Ye Tianxin looked at herself in the mirror and couldn't help but smile.
She stretched out her hands and gently pummeled Li Qingcang's arm.
"Brother Li, you won't get a girlfriend if you act like this."
