Li beixiao looked at ye qingge's bright eyes and her thick and curly eyelashes.
"Unforgiving mouth, unlikable!" He pinched ye qingge's nose hard.
Li beixiao's body temperature rose again, and his words were muffled. His nasal voice also became heavier.
His deep eyes were bloodshot, no longer as clear as the black and white of the sea.
It was a little chaotic.
"Does little uncle mean that you don't like me?"
Ye qingge couldn't bear to argue with him anymore, so she smiled slightly.
This was how it was between lovers. Some emotions came quickly or came inexplicably, but sometimes they also left inexplicably fast.
"Yes, I don't like it!"
Li beixiao's eyes were serious. He did not seem to be joking at all.
The smile on ye qingge's face froze.
He said he didn't like her? She had only asked him jokingly, and he had actually replied that he did not like it ...
