The First Bully is a Girl: Boy, Are You Dating?

He seemed to be trying to figure out what to say.

After a while.

He said:

"After drinking it, I felt, uh, what should I say—"

"It's very comfortable and warm, just like the feeling of basking in the sun in winter, oops! That's what it means!"

There is no such thing as a literati, a unique monk Shen.

Rubbing my head, some words are lacking.

Obviously feel it, but won't say it.

A little boring!

Fuxi glanced, and Shen Erha scratched his ears and cheeks.

Speak slowly:

"The former will stop after drinking, and the latter will have a lingering taste."

"Ah, yes, that's what happened!"

Shen Changlin, who has no words, heard Fuxi's comment.

His eyes lit up and he nodded again and again.

"That's right, it's just like what the Taoist priest said, little girl, you can't do this tea—"

Just wanted to pretend to be a high-handed monk Shen.

As soon as these words were finished, they were not in a hurry.

The girl opposite, a tear rolled down her cheek and smashed into the tea.

A small, crisp sound of water droplets is emitted.

"……Eh?"

Monk Shen froze there.

He turned his head stiffly and looked at the girl.

Then, the girl seemed to have suddenly lost control.

She pursed her lips stubbornly, but tears fell down her cheeks.

Inexplicable grievance and sadness.

There is even despair in it.

"...Cry, cry, cry, cry?"

He widened his eyes in horror and almost didn't jump up.

He gripped Fuxi's arm tightly, looking terrified.

"Daoist, Taoist, she cried, cried, I, I, I messed up? Did I mess with it? Did I make her cry? It's not me? It's not me!!"

"It's you."

Fuxi shook off his sweating hand in disgust.

Stay away from him.

Open mouth and stab the knife.

"You made people cry."

! ! !

Shen Changlin exploded.

Anxious and wanting to cry without tears, even more helpless.

How to do how to do?

He didn't do it on purpose!

Make you stupid!

Make you stupid!

Made a good girl cry!

Make you stupid! !

He was pitiful, and with tears in his eyes, he appealed to the young man Chu for help.

"Master—help—"

The young man Chu glanced at him.

Very disgusting.

"It's useless."

"...Well, I'm useless-"

This pot, he carries it! He admits it!

So, hurry up to coax people ah ah ah-

hum hum—

Girls are so scary, why do you cry when you disagree?

He, he didn't say anything...

"Tsk~"

Look at him like a bear.

Chu Juvenile glanced at him, reached out and touched Xian Shuling's head.

"be good--"

result.

She didn't coax, people just shed tears, but didn't cry.

She slapped her head to kill, a coaxing good word.

Let the young lady move the corners of her tightly pursed lips.

Let out a whimper like a small animal.

Then, in the somewhat stiff expression of the young man Chu.

Throwing himself into his arms, the whimper turned into a howl.

...

The three people were completely stunned by this cry.

You look at me, I look at you.

finally.

It was useless, the hopeless monk Shen moved his **** and moved towards the door.

And Fuxi's fingertips moved.

The spiritual power under his fingertips almost smashed towards Xian Shuling out of control.

His temples twitched.

There was a moment of silence.

He stood up expressionlessly, carried Shen Erha into the yard, and beat him in the face.

"Lying up and down! What are you doing! I didn't cry at you! Why are you beating Lao Tzu-"

Fuxi didn't speak, just pursed her lips.

Expressionless, sullenly beating people.

Really beat where it hurts, and kick where it is soft.

Leng was abusing Shen Changlin, crawling to the ground like a dead dog, twitching with pain all over his body.

And inside the house.

The Chu youth who was thrown into his arms and cried a lot.

His expression stiffened slightly.

Then let out a sigh.

He reached out and patted her back.

After a while, slowly, slowly, calm down her negative emotions.

Waiting for Xian Shuling to cry almost.

She chuckled lightly and asked lightly.

"What's wrong? Huh?"

"I don't want to marry Ji Chenyu."

Crying girl with swollen eyes and red nose.

He raised his head from the boy's arms, and his eyes that were always restrained and frosty were filled with unspeakable pain.

"I've been obedient for 20 years and obeyed the teachings for 20 years, but I really don't like him, I don't want to marry him, I'm happy—"

"Aiya~ Xiao Shu'er's words really make me sad."

Joking Yan Yan, smiling faintly.

Like Canglan ink bamboo, it is smudged and full of evil spirits.

The atmosphere is stern, and the voice is hoarse and low.

spread in the ears of several people.

The two in the courtyard looked up at the high wall.

Inside the room, the girl who was sobbing in the boy's arms was stiff.

He slightly turned his head to look at the person who came.

The voice is hoarse.

"Ji Chenyu?"

"Little Shu'er, in Kuntianyu, men and women do not sit at the age of seven, you are still my fiancée, and you will marry this son in a few days, and now, when you hold other men like this, you are killing this son. ?"

Gorgeous red.

The red robe is charming.

A young man like a nine-tailed fox demon.

Sitting on a high wall.

Knock on Erlang's leg.

A gorgeous peach blossom branch is dangling in his hand.

With his beautiful and thrilling snow face.

Really misleading.

He is not human, but a demon.

It's really too beautiful, it's eye-catching beauty.

The kind of beauty that makes people stabbed just by looking at it.

A man, born like this.

Really - like a stunner.

But, for some reason.

Shen Changlin felt that after a moment of amazement, he had no other thoughts.

He was stubborn, sitting cross-legged on the ground.

Touching his chin, he looked thoughtful.

"Daoist, how do I feel that he is not hooked by our little ancestor? Especially when our little ancestor was blackened, then I couldn't soften, but when I met him, why didn't I respond-- "

Snapped--

With an expressionless face, Fuxi put a palm on his head.

The temples twitched.

Almost gnashing of teeth.

"To shut up!"

...

Shen Changlin coughed lightly.

It seemed that I just remembered that there was a girl in the room.

Saying nasty things like this--

Indeed, ahem, um, not so good.

He touched his nose.

Laugh twice.

Turning to look inside the house.

The boy with his back to them.

He just patted Xian Shuling on the back once and for all.

Depressed elegant sound.

The charming opening:

"If you don't want to marry, then don't marry."

Xian Shuling was stunned, retracted her eyes, and looked at the young man.

After a while.

shook his head.

He sat up slowly and took the handkerchief handed by the boy.

Bury your face in a handkerchief.

The voice was slightly choked.

"No, the heir to the Xianshu family has been intermarriage with the Ji family for generations and cannot be refused."

"Knowing that I can't refuse, why doesn't Xiao Shu'er accept it happily?"

The young man who was holding a peach blossom branch, joking and charming.

Tsk shook his head.

It seems a little sad, and it seems a little cruel.

Yoyo said:

"Little Shu'er, you're not good~ My son didn't even close the gate as soon as he heard that you were coming back, and came to see you, only to see you, lying in the arms of other men and crying so miserably— —”