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Chapter 230 Something is wrong with this fish 11
Hearing the words, he responded casually.

"understood."

After putting away the potion, he looked at the little mermaid beside him. He looked very bored, with his whole upper body lying on the table, poking this and that with his snow-white fingertips, his delicate and dreamy face was expressionless.

Bai Shao watched silently for a moment, then chuckled.

Looks weirdly cute.

The little mermaid turned her head when she heard the voice, her ice-blue eyes narrowed, revealing two small fangs.

"What are you laughing at?"

Bai Shao clicked his tongue softly, it was obviously a fish, how could he show his sharp claws like a kitten blowing its fur in protest.

She wisely did not choose to answer this topic, but hooked her lips.

"I should leave."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on the other party's beautiful and sparkling blue-purple fishtail, and he thought casually, um, I want to touch it a little.

Luo Ran paused, and the glass bottle next to his fingertips faintly showed signs of falling down. Fortunately, the finger slowly moved away, so the glass bottle shook and returned to its original place.

The little mermaid pursed her lips, looking obedient and soft, her eyes were covered by her slender and curly eyelashes, as if she was asking a question casually.

"Are you still coming?"

Bai Shao smiled and nodded.

"nature."

As he spoke, his eyes lingered on the other party's body, and then fell back to the fish's tail. The other party was posing casually at this moment, with streamers faintly shining under the cover of sea water.

The tip of the tongue touched the jaw, and he couldn't hold back his mouth.

"Can I pet your tail?"

The little mermaid paused, and her swinging tail was also fixed in the air.

He looked at the figure in front of him that was shrouded in a pitch-black cloak, and a ray of dark light flashed in his ice-blue pupils.

After a while, she bent her lips and smiled, two small dimples appeared on her fair cheeks, obediently soft.

"Okay, can I see what you look like?"

Bai Shao raised her eyebrows.

Exchange...seems fair.

"can."

This promises?
A line of surprise flashed across the boy's ice-blue eyes, and he looked at the girl again.

If he remembered correctly, couldn't witches reveal their appearance?
The slender boy frowned, swam up to the girl, stared straight at her, and curled his bright red lips.

"Then I picked it?"

Seeing that the other party nodded, the little mermaid squinted her eyes, landed her snow-white fingertips on the wide brim of the other party's hat, and picked it lightly.

The wide brim of the hat fell down, revealing that fair and delicate face.

Although she had already guessed that the other party was very young, but...it was too different from the witch she imagined.

Seeing the hesitant look of the little mermaid, Bai Shao spoke with a half-smile.

"satisfied?"

Luo Ran pursed her lips, moved her icy blue eyes awkwardly, turned around and swam back to her original position.

The clear voice was slightly irritated.

"It's your turn."

Bai Shao laughed softly, and a smile appeared between her delicate and pale eyebrows.

She walked over step by step, and the wide cloak cast a large shadow, covering the opponent's entire figure.

The blue-purple fish tail refracts beautiful light under the light, and there are waves of waves flowing. It is only when you get close that you find that the scales on it are crystal clear and clear, which has a thrilling beauty.

She slowly stretched out her hand, and her fingertips touched the cold fish tail.

The white fingertips contrast with the blue-purple fishtail, which is particularly eye-catching.

Then, she swiped lightly twice.

The girl's fingertips were warm, and just two casual touches gave him an unprecedented impact.

It seemed that an itch rose straight from the tail of the fish to the spine, but after a while, the whole body became numb.

The little mermaid trembled subconsciously, with a startled and helpless expression, the fish tail slipped out from the opponent's fingertips, drawing a beautiful arc in the air.

(End of this chapter)