Slag Girl Illustrated Book

This delicious little cake was really eaten to the extreme by Mo Tingshen... [REDACTED]

​In the end, when he hugged Ruan Xihe to take a bath, she didn't have the strength to raise her hand tiredly, and let him do what she did.

Obviously before, he had such tyrannical emotions in his heart, and even wanted to break the jar, break her into the stomach, shut her up, only he can see her, but now he can't bear it...

What he likes is the vivid Ruan Xihe who smiles sweetly at him, likes Ruan Xihe who is meticulous and easy to be shy, likes Ruan Xihe who doesn’t hide from him, and he doesn’t resist him... So obviously she could last night Let him play around, he still reluctant to ask her.

Yesterday there was a lot of walking, and the two did not get up until after ten o'clock. He wanted to make a breakfast for her on a whim.

The omelettes made by people who have never entered the kitchen for the first time in the kitchen are a bit dark, not sure about the heat, the toast baked in the oven, okay, this is ready-made, and the milk comes in the refrigerator. .

When Ruan Xihe came over, he saw that Mo Ting wanted to dump the fried egg.

She held his hand: "Taste me a try."​

Mo Tingshen had a rare embarrassment: "It's a little muddy, don't eat it, I'll order a meal."​

"You did it."​

I have to say that this sentence is very useful, man, both self-esteem and vanity are indispensable.

The woman he likes approves of the fruits of his labor is an inflated thing. His heart beats fiercely, but he still says: "Then take a bite. If it doesn't taste good, then throw it away."​

"Good."​

I took a bite of the omelette, but it was actually not that unpalatable, just a little bit mushy.

"It's delicious, Uncle Mo is delicious."​

In the past few days, she sometimes called him uncle, sometimes called him uncle Mo, and only called him Tingshen when she was happy, and every time she called him by his name like that, he wanted to die on her.

"Then I will make it for you tomorrow morning."​

You see, a man is actually quite simple. Encourage him and recognize him, and he will naturally drive you. Of course, the premise is that he loves you.

The two of them went out after cleaning up.

When you come to Xishi, you must visit the Mausoleum of Emperor Qin.

The listing of so many terracotta warriors in the tiankeng is really shocking.

They walked up layer by layer, watching carefully. If she didn't choose a minor language major, she might have chosen archaeology or Chinese language and literature.

"Do you think a man like Emperor Qin loves others?"​

She asked Mo Tingshen when she walked out.

"Yes." He may just have not met the woman who made him crazy.

There are few places to eat this week. It took him a long time to enter the Muslim Street, and he accompanied Ruan Xihe all the way to buy snacks.

In this city of West Market, the wind that blows is all culture, and the ground that is stepped on is all history.

Walk all the way from Muslim Street to the Bell Tower.

The term "morning bells and evening drums" is practically close to the appearance of this ancient city.

The Drum Tower and the Bell Tower face each other across the square. The Drum Tower has the original giant drum side.

The bronze bell hung on the bell tower is also used to tell the time.

The square between the Bell and Drum Towers is a transportation hub in Xi'an, and the four streets of east, west, south and north have different styles.

If there is that leisure, what it would be like to board the Bell and Drum Tower and gaze at the long and profound history of Xi'an.

Before stepping on the small square, she suddenly raised her head. The sky was blue. Dad said that no matter what city he went to, he had to look up at the sky. Only the sky in Nanshi was the bluest, so I must go home every year.

She suddenly lost her senses, do you go home?