How could Lan Xiao resist such a deadly question? her heart skipped a beat.
"What about you? have you ever thought about me?"
"I think of you every day, all the time, even in my dreams, I think of you, Yingluo."
Lan Xiao's face turned stiff. He finally understood Wen Muchu's ability to sweet talk people to death.
Lan Xiao's heart was like that of a young girl's.
I don't have time. I want to get along with you. Aiyaya, don't you miss me? " Wen Muchu sighed and asked.
Lan Xiao was secretly happy in his heart.
Was Wen Muchu's original coquettish character slowly shedding its hard appearance?
Look, this wave of sweet nothings was said so naturally and smoothly.
Hearing his words, Lan Xiao felt good.
The anger and anger had all disappeared.
Seeing that Lan Xiao did not respond to her for a long time, Wen Muchu held her face and frowned.
"Why aren't you saying anything? Are you mute?"
