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It was only then that 002 remembered that there was such a thing, and he had been immersed in the excitement before and forgot about it.

If you don't check, you don't know. If you check, you will be shocked.

"Favourability 100?!"

"???"

Mo Lin shook his hand, and some tea splashed out.

The white eyebrows and eyes faded a little: "Why are you so careless?"

It's really not his fault.

Blame dyed white.

Mo Lin stared at her as hell, and asked 002, "Are you sure?"

"...It's really 100."

Does Ranbai like him so much? !

Could it be that Ranbai had a deep-rooted love for him early on?

Just embarrassed to say?

That won't work!

He is a man of integrity, he can't be the third!

But seeing that the other party loves him so much, it's not impossible for him to reluctantly agree...

002 said strangely: "But...the upper limit has become positive infinity."

"?"

"Don't doubt it, it's true."

"Is there still negative infinity?"

Mo Lin has never heard of any strategy like this, the upper limit is 100.

"Indeed it is……"

Mo Lin's face froze, as if eating shit.

Ranbai loves him?

No.

Ranbai wished that he would die!

"You don't seem to be very happy." Ran Bai stared at him and said calmly.

"My lord has sharp eyes, I'm really not very happy." Mo Lin said bluntly, "Because I thought of a fool."

Ran Bai smiled but not a smile: "Really?"

Mo Linpi smiled, "Yes."

The two exchanged glances briefly.

"My lord, let's drink tea." Mo Lin poured tea for her, walked down from the couch, and stopped in front of Ranbai himself to give it to her. There was barely any contact, and a strand of long hair fell on the man's military uniform. His small hands were soft and boneless, and his voice was charming.

No matter how many times you listen to it, this voice can make Mo Lin sick all over.

"Stay away."

An indifferent voice sounded.

Mo Lin snorted, took a step back, and said, "My hair!"

A strand of hair happened to be hooked on the golden button of the young marshal's uniform, and the black hair was entwined, exuding an indescribable sense of ambiguity.

"My lord, be patient for a while, I will untie my hair." Mo Lin thoughtfully said.

Ran Bai stretched out his hand to block it, and bumped into the cup of tea that Mo Lin was still holding, and Mo Lin poured it lightly on purpose.

Burn her to death! ! !

In an instant.

Tea splashed out.

At that critical moment!

Ranbai reached out and knocked over the hot teacup, spilling all the tea on the ground.

"My lord, are you okay? I didn't do it on purpose." Mo Lin asked worriedly and sincerely.

Not burnt to death.

What a pity.

"It's okay, I believe in you." Ranbai's voice was deep and affectionate, and her eyes were cold, staring at him.

What kind of attitude is this?

This is not normal!

never mind.

Anyway, dyeing white is not a normal person.

Mo Lin and her looked at each other a few times, the distance was a little close, that stern and delicate face came into view, the peach blossom eyes were ruthless, black and white were dark, bottomless, inviting people to explore.

He restrained his mind and slowly tried to get his hair out. Before his fingertips touched the young commander's button, his wrist was firmly grasped.

"Why do you have to?"

The man said softly.

The sound hit the eardrum word by word, like a lover whispering, causing tremors.

It's just that the strength in his hand didn't restrain at all, and Mo Lin felt that his wrist bones were about to be crushed.

Black leather gloves covered the woman's wrist, taboo and desire.

"If you want to tear me apart, just say so."

Mo Lin was expressionless, adjusted his tone, coughed several times, and then accurately grasped the clip: "It hurts~"

"There are more pains."

When the voice fell, before Mo Lin could do anything, Ran Bai coldly tore off the hair wrapped around the buttons, pulling out dozens of hairs.

Mo Lin felt a pain in his scalp.

Lying. Groove? !

Unplugged? ! !

Is he bald? !

The few strands of jet-black hair were thrown to the ground lightly, and the hands in black gloves caressed the woman's hair, and the voice was low and sweet: "I'm in a good mood today, and I want to cut your hair."

"You don't have to."

He was in his prime, and he didn't want to be bald yet.

Ranbai threw the person away, and stood up lightly, with the golden tassels hanging down from his shoulders, swaying from side to side, showing a sense of elegance and luxury, walked to the dressing table, and casually took out a pair of scissors.

"What do you think of these scissors?"

"It's not good." Mo Lin subconsciously covered his head, unable to laugh anymore, it was unbelievable, "Are you serious?!"

"a man of his words."

"What kind of gentleman are you?"

"Miss, I offended you." The young marshal walked towards him slowly, with a handsome appearance, a sharp badge, and a pair of scissors in his hand.

"I don't!!!"

Having a thick head of hair is the last stubbornness!

Soon there were bursts of screams in the room, extremely miserable and creepy.

People passing by looked at each other in blank dismay.

"This voice...is my sister?"

"To be honest, I just saw the young commander..."

The two looked at each other and said in horror.

"Oh my god, it's so ruthless!"

"What trick is this playing?"

"Young commander is mighty."

"My sister is delicate and weak, I don't know if I can bear it."

Saying that, the girls blushed from their own interests, resisted the urge to listen to the corner and ran away.

So things gradually ran in a direction where eight horses couldn't pull them back.

"What's the noise in the room?"

"What?! It's actually the Young Marshal?"

"Nonsense! The Young Marshal has always kept himself clean!"

"You don't know, the young marshal pushed my sister against the wall, first doing this and that..."

"Young Marshal pinched my sister's waist and forced her to ask her if she loves me!"

"My sister said with tears in my eyes that you don't want to force me anymore, don't you know what I mean? The young marshal sneered, pinched my sister's chin and kissed her, saying, woman, you can only belong to me in this life!"

"Pass it on, the young marshal and his sister will get married tomorrow."

"Pass it on, the young marshal and his sister will have a bridal chamber tonight."

"Wow, I'm so touched."

Mo Lin was also very moved now, and was forcibly pressed down on the soft couch by Ran Bai.

"I don't want to use force."

"Your uncle, isn't he. Mom using force now?"

Ran Bai said lightly, "If I really use my strength, you won't survive this moment."

Mo Lin's hands were folded and pressed on top of his head, bearing the humiliation, with tears in his eyes.

He is dirty.

He was defiled.

He never saw anyone again!

Whether it was 003 or 002, they were all lost in thought while looking at the long hair beside the two of them.

Is this going a bit wrong?

"Be good." Finally, Ranbai patted the woman's delicate and fair face with scissors in satisfaction, the temperature was cold.

There is nothing to love about strangers.

He didn't want to attack.

He just wanted to die with Ranbai.

In the room, the woman's shiny bald head reflected an extremely dazzling light, as if the sun was sitting above her head!

It is so dazzling!

So great!

#Please, a bald head is cool

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