Chapter 1170: The adorable little general who has become the "Oiran" (55)
"Xing'er, although lack of energy is indeed a lie to you... But, everything just now, I am sincere and sincere."
Feng Lan whispered in the girl's ear, then suddenly grabbed her shoulders and turned her around.
All the irregularities and restlessness have been dissipated from those peach blossom eyes, which were still light-hearted just a moment ago, leaving only a serious and serious look.
"Sister Xing'er, we have been together for so many days, I wonder if you have noticed..."
As the man said, he was strangely nervous, and he paused while biting on the thin, pale rose lips.
Afterwards, he took a deep breath and continued to ask gently, "But I noticed that I like you very much... Even when I first saw you, I was determined to get you."
"..."
Hearing his sudden expression of his mind, Xiang Xing couldn't help but stared in a dazed manner.
To be honest...
Feng Lan, who had always been faceless and skinny, suddenly became serious, she was really used to it.
Could it be that the tortoise breathed a physique and brought his madness to normal again?
Thinking about it, the little guy was suddenly a little happy.
But she is a bad boy now, and she can't show her happiness so quickly.
After thinking about it, Xiang Xing turned his black and watery pupils, and immediately a small face, pretending to be unhappy.
"But, don't you keep saying that you have a girl who dreams."
She held back her smile and groaned deliberately, "Since Brother Fenglan has the lover of his dreams, but now he is empathetic and loves Xinger, doesn't it mean that you are half-hearted."
"……Ok?"
Hearing this, Feng Lan couldn't help being stunned for a moment.
He really didn't expect that she actually remembered this, and even more talked about it to him.
... But doesn't this mean that she actually cares about him very much, so she will remember the seemingly unintentional words.
Thinking of this, the man felt even more delighted in his heart.
He couldn't help but curl his lips with a low smile, and hugged the little guy again.
Like coquettish, she lowered her gorgeous peach blossom eyes and said to her, "Sister Xing'er, since you still remember this, then you never realized that the "dream lover" I have been talking about, she was already there. Is it in front of you?"
Before Xiang Xing could respond, Feng Lan tilted his head again, blinking at her.
Afterwards, he raised his hand slightly, transported his internal strength, and directly took the brand new guqin that was placed on the dressing table not far away, and placed it horizontally between the two of them.
"Tell me, if she wasn't you, why would you play this "White"?"
The man chuckled, lowered his fingertips, and plucked a string of very familiar and beautiful melody.
While playing, he cast his gaze on Xiang Xing and smiled at the purple dress, "And, if she is not you, why can you wear that set of clothes I tailored for you?"
"...Is this really tailor-made for me?"
The little guy hummed and stretched out the little jio.
Randomly pointed, "Look, the tailor-made one is so short."
"...Who made my sister Xing'er grow up so well? It's only a year since I dreamed of you that you will grow up taller."
Feng Lan let out a laugh, took the Guqin away, and rubbed the little guy who was looking at the puffing up into his arms.
His eyes gradually deepened and muttered, "However, you are something like you... I did not expect it."