Fantasy Abyss Sticking to Ink Dye

When we arrived at Lanoqi's house, the little girl Camille, who usually rushed towards me when she saw me, still rushed towards me this time, but stopped before she could touch me.She looked up at Yuan Fan, a doll-like face gradually showed a tangled expression, as if someone had rubbed the canvas desperately.

She is struggling with the little girl's longing for good-looking men, and the discomfort of seeing us standing in an intimate range.Everyone has a safe distance, except for children, few people can allow others to enter their range, except for extremely close people.

The Lan Nuoqi family can't speak Chinese, and the French in their mouths is still as fast as a gun. I am a little worried about Yuan Fan's language problems. He has been silent, sitting quietly on the sofa, lowering his eyes and playing with his hands Looking at the glass, he looked very leisurely, unhurried, as if he was just sitting in the courtyard to rest.The whole person showed a sense of laziness, as if he had no bones, but he didn't feel disrespectful, but had a kind of luxurious elegance.

I think Yuan Fan is quite amazing. The adjectives placed on him are always elegant, but he has never experienced any training in etiquette, and his actions and demeanor are not in line with noble etiquette. The whole body, everything is very elegant, a natural pride that even envy can't be envied.

Camille is not yet six years old, and the child always speaks freely, not to mention adding a little cleverness. She knows that Yuan Fan is a Chinese and has never been to France, so she starts to speak wantonly. "Brother Xiaoqi, this person is not good at all. You see his face is so stinky, as pale as my deceased grandfather. Don't like him, you like my brother."

I guess my expression is not gentle and amiable now, because Camille shrank her neck and didn't say anything.I slowly pushed my glasses, turned my face away and looked out the window.Sure enough, no matter when, I can't like this kind of doll-like brainless creatures. Their heads are stuffed with straw like toys.Many people think that children's words are not taboo, and children are cute even if they say the wrong thing, just smile, but I don't think so.

No one can really say what they want to say irresponsibly. If you don't use your brain, it will really be hopelessly despised.It's okay that Yuan Fan doesn't understand, otherwise this vengeful child doesn't know what to do, but on the other hand, this is the boy I love, I like all the characteristics that ordinary people can't accept in him, belittle him in front of the person The sweetheart is really disgustingly naive.

To my surprise, Camille suddenly called out, "Brother Xiaoqi, that dead brother has a red mouth."

I didn't think it was anything at first, but Yuan Fan was just so magical, his face was as white as a ghost, his lips were thin, but they were as red as dripping blood, and he looked like a monster.Turning his head casually to look over, he was a little angry, and then surprised.

I reached out and grabbed Yuan Fan's collar, leaned over and licked Yuan Fan's lips, it was not my illusion, the smell of blood told me that this child really bit his own tongue, although the blood was swallowed , but the lips are still stained red.I got a little out of breath "You fucking bit yourself again!"

Yuan Fan just buried his face on my shoulder, sniffing around my neck like a beast, and then he used the most unbearable low voice like red wine, with an aristocratic tone, and the most gorgeous French to me. He whispered in his ear, "I know Batisian, Mo Xiaoqi."