Luo Ju was squatting on the beam with a flower pot in her arms.
Ming Shu stood below with her arms akimbo. “Come down.”
“Little god of flowers, you are so unfriendly. You Won’t have any friends.”
“No Need!”
Luo Ju continued to court death. “Why are you so fierce? You are a female flower after all. Look at others, how gentle and considerate they are.”
“Then go find someone else.”I Won’t break your legs.
Luo Ju suddenly became silent.
Ming Shu flew up and grabbed his arm, pulling him down.
“What are you thinking about? which flower should I find?”
Luo Ju raised his eyes slightly. His usual bright eyes were now only cold. His eyes seemed to have a grudge with Ming Shu.
Ming Shu held his wrist slightly.
The next second, Luoluo turned her eyes slightly and returned to her charming smile.
“Little Flower God, do you know when you are the cutest?”
“When I whip you?”
”...”
