Princess too Young, Prince too Old

"Allen, you made two identical robes?" Zhao Jingting hugged Xie Lun tightly, his chin rubbing softly in Xie Lun's neck. "Alan wants to wear the same clothes as me? Isn't it?"

Being so close to Zhao Jingting, Xie Lun's half of his body was crisp, and even the struggle of the idea was abandoned now. He sucked his nose and whispered: "When Tubo, I look at you ... it looks good on this month's white clothes. I thought about it. When can I wear the same clothes as you ..."

"Are we wearing the same armor every day, aren't they the same?" Zhao Jingting smiled.

"That's different," Shelen glanced at him. I can't help but feel that the old man doesn't understand the style, but he can't help but kiss the man again. "Hurry up and try. I don't know if the size is right."

"Okay. I'm wearing," Zhao Jingting then let go of Xie Lun, and immediately dropped his armor and put on the moon-white brocade robe. Just the right size. Not big or small. Zhao Jingting was very satisfied and told Xie Lun while wearing a belt. "Allen, you see I'm just dressed."

Shelen naturally saw it. It's inevitable that my heart is a little bit confusing. Can I measure the size myself by hand every day? Hehe hehe!

But he dare not say. The old man didn't have to be upset again, he was still thinking about going to town to eat meat, but he didn't want to make the meat in the old man's mouth.

After changing their clothes, the two went out happily and rode towards the town on their little white horse and little black horse.

Cullen town.

When Zhao Jingting and Xie Lun arrived in the town, it was already dark, but the town was still very lively. The food stalls in the night market were next to each other, selling, man and woman, and children crying. It is really lively.

Xie Lun and Zhao Jingting fastened their horses, and then crowded into the crowd. Xie Lun was like a small fish returning to the sea. He digged in and out, too. There were too many people. Zhao Jingting was really afraid of him running. I lost it, but I wasn't assured just holding the hand, and finally tied the sachets between the two waists together.

Xie Lun looked down at the "Bamboo News" and "Ziqi Donglai" were tied together by Zhao Jingting's big hands, and her heart seemed to be filled with honey.

"What's wrong?" With the sachet tied, Zhao Jingting watched Xie Lun's head still lowered, and squeezed Xie Lun's shoulder at the moment, "Aren't you shouting hungry? What is this pestle doing?"

"Zhao Jingting, I was afraid to look at you in Nanjiang before. Whenever I saw you, I was too busy to lower my head," Xie Lun suddenly looked up at Zhao Jingting, his clear eyes were facing Zhao Jingting, " I told myself I couldn't look at you and couldn't look at you, but my eyes were still unconsciously aimed at you, so I always looked at your sachet at that time. "

Suddenly, Zhao Jingting remembered something. She squinted and looked at Xie Lun: "I have always lost my sachet during the years in South Xinjiang, Allen, is this something to do with you?"

Xie Lun nodded shyly: "Yeah, watching the sachet on your waist fluttered in front of my eyes, I couldn't help but stole one, there was a second, and then there were three and four ... "

"It was you!" Zhao Jingting couldn't help crying and laughing, but his heart was sweet and he dared out with honey. He put his hands on Xie Lun's shoulders and said softly, "Don't say that your light work is for me. The sachets are only practiced. "

"No, when I did n’t go to southern Xinjiang, light work was the best of our brothers," Xie Lun glanced at him, paused, and sucked his nose. "Later, you do n’t wear sachets Anymore? "