am i a devil

Wang Mo: "..."

What does it mean literally? Wang Mo was in a trance at the moment, and he didn't understand what Xun Ying meant.

But he still noticed something was wrong.

Why do I feel a little bit cold, especially...

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo secretly opened his eyes, narrowed his eyes, turned his head frame by frame, and looked at the second half of himself.

A moment later, Wang Mo's crowing of roosters echoed in the hotel.

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Throughout the afternoon, Wang Mo was dressed neatly, lying on the bed with his dead body.

The old cat who came to visit him: "..."

"Little brother, do you want to open up a little bit, is it possible that you have to die to show your ambition?" The old cat looked sadly at Wang Mo, who had even put on his hat, for fear that he would open his mouth and ask himself to bury him directly .

"It's not that serious." Wang Mosheng shook his head helplessly.

"I'm just a little traumatized, and I don't feel comfortable not wearing more clothes," Wang Mo said.

"I'm afraid that I may fall asleep again. Put it on first, and I will feel safer."

Old cat: "..."

Then there is no need to wear it to such an extent that the hat is on, the old cat thought to himself, it seems that the child is indeed traumatized.

But if the two of them really talk in the future, there should be no problem, because Xun Ying will see him all at that time, and even if they are not together, they have gone to the public bathhouse to take a bath together, and picked up soap together Brothers.

As for the old cat himself, he was originally a cat and ran around every day. He was not as obsessed with whether he wore clothes or not as a human being, so it could be ignored.

The old cat comforted Wang Mo with his own theory.

Wang Mo: "..."

In a sense, it seems that the heart is a little more relaxed, Wang Mo thought to himself.

After he relaxed a little, he completely remembered watching the sunrise.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Is it too late to watch the sunrise now?" Wang Mo asked the old cat with some guilt.

"It's a little late," said the old cat, "but it's just right to watch the sunset."

Wang Mo: "..."

He felt quite embarrassed, so he wrapped his clothes tightly and went downstairs, wanting to apologize to Xun Ying.

"It's okay, Amo, the sunrise can be seen anytime, I just want to ask you to go to the beach and read my letters to you." Xun Ying's reaction was very relaxed, which relieved Wang Mo's pressure Not a lot.

"Then let's go to the beach again at night, and I will listen." Wang Mo became more talkative because of his own reasons for delaying things.

So the two agreed on a date for the evening.

In the evening, Wang Mo once again saw a beautiful sunset on the empty beach except for the two of them.

I have to say that the sunset is still very beautiful, and I can never get tired of watching it. Of course, it is not ruled out that people who originally lived by the sea have become accustomed to such beautiful scenery, but Wang Mo can’t get enough of it anyway. He has lived in the sea for many years. Inland, and in a crowded metropolis, there are not even a few beautiful skylines to be seen, let alone this unabashed natural beauty.

Wang Mo just looked at the sunset from time to time for a while, until the orange-like sun completely merged into the ice-blue sea water, and then he withdrew his lingering gaze.

"Amo, you seem to like the sea very much." After Wang Mo finally looked away reluctantly, Xun Ying started a conversation.

"Well, I like it. I haven't had a chance to come to the beach since I was a child." Wang Mo said.

If there are other people around at this moment, they may feel that these two people are just chatting about some trash talk, but Wang Mo likes this kind of feeling of talking about family matters when they are free.

Maybe it's because of lack of something to think about, sometimes, even when Xun Ying babbled a few words, expressing the hope that he would tuck a pair of long johns into his trousers, Wang Mo would feel warm in his heart.

The two of them also talked trash for a while, and the sky gradually dimmed.

At this moment, the old cat came over, lit a warm bonfire for them on the beach, and then flew away like a tiger with wings added.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Where did Brother Mao go?" Wang Mo asked Xun Ying curiously.

"I went to land to find the puppet cat." Xun Ying said.

Wang Mo: "..."

"It's getting late, I've finished reading my letter to you, so go back and rest." Xun Ying was obviously familiar with the old cat's various looks, so he didn't pay too much attention to it, and brought up a new topic road.

"Well, okay." Wang Mo nodded happily, thinking that reading a love letter on the beach next to the campfire is quite a romantic thing.

Xun Ying then picked up a love letter of his own with dragon-embroidered and phoenix-like handwriting, and cleared his throat.

"what!"

Then he let out a groundhog-like cry and successfully shook Wang Mo off the beach chair.