Fang Jiujiu raised his little hand, keeping a distance.
He pondered and said, "Eleven is a straightforward thinker, the complexities of human nature are too much for her. She gets hurt easily. If you promise me that you won't hurt Eleven, I might consider helping you."
"Really?" Gu Liancheng raised an eyebrow.
With Jiujiu's help, the job would be half done.
The large and small hands high-five, marking an alliance.
…
Happiness next time?
In your dreams!
Gu Qianxun, you can't escape!
Gu Liancheng squeezed his phone hard and tossed it aside. He'd lost too much blood tonight and felt drained, he decided to go to bed early.
…
Everyone was up early the next morning.
The two little treasures were already neatly dressed, obediently sitting at the dining table eating breakfast, not mentioning anything about yesterday.
