Her tears hurt him

  The ink dust retreated in time.

  Xiao Xiao wiped her lips, and in her heart she couldn't wait to chop him up and feed him to the dogs.

  Although her body is Ye Zhi's, the soul inside is Ruo Xiao Xiao's. In her past life, she had only been intimate with one person, Shao Xuan, and never thought that she would be kissed by a second person.

  Just thinking about it makes me feel sick.

  Xiaoxiao didn't want Fengchunmei to have it easy either: "You can just go ahead and kiss me, I didn't even brush my teeth this morning."

  Xiao Xiao imagined him raging like thunder and felt a little better in her heart.

  But Fengchen Mo merely licked his lips and spat out a few words, almost making Xiao Xiao Qi flip.

  Strawberry flavor.

  He let out a small sigh and suddenly turned around and walked away.

  The dust-covered ink smiled at everyone with a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

  Prenatal anxiety disorder.

  Everyone had an expression of sudden realization, and they all comforted him, telling him to hurry up and catch up.

  Fengchen Mo smiled and asked the salesperson to pack up the things he had previously selected, send them to the Feng family, and then chased after Xiaoxiao.

  Until the two figures disappeared from view, a man emerged from behind a nearby shelf.

  He wore a black shirt, grey coat, and black trousers. His tall stature was not inferior to Feng Chen Mo's. His handsome face had a resolute expression different from Feng Chen Mo's. His eyes were as dark as lacquer, seemingly able to pull people in. He had thin lips and a high nose, with only a shallow scar under his eye.

  He stood quietly there, and around him it was as if a silent black storm had risen, making people dare not approach.

  The man's profound gaze continued to look in the direction of the two people leaving, his deep black eyes thinking about something unknown.

  Suddenly.

  "A Xuan?"

  From a distance, a woman's voice came over, and before long, she made her way through the shelves and saw the man standing there. A look of joy flashed across his face as he hurriedly ran up to her.

  Just as they were about to collide, the man's right leg suddenly twisted, and he was about to fall to the ground. The man came to his senses, stretched out his hand to catch the woman, and the woman fell into his arms.

  "Bad legs and still want to run? Always so careless."

  The man sighed softly, his voice tinged with helplessness, and though his words were harsh, they were spoken very gently.

  The woman's heart warmed up, she lifted her head, and a gentle smile hung on her delicate face: "I'm worried about you."

  "What's there to worry about?" The man said nonchalantly, putting his arm around the woman as they strolled back.

  The conversation between the two uncles gradually faded away, and their silhouettes against the sunset looked so harmonious.

  Xiao Xiao walked out from the shelf, Ming Ming said in her heart that it was okay, but her nose felt sour and aching, and her eyes seemed to have something that wanted to run out.