The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

Si Yu paused as he wiped his sword.

Oh, just for practicing martial arts.

The boy's brows and eyes were gloomy, he put the long sword back into the scabbard, looked casually, and his tone became more and more cold, "How do you know that I know martial arts?"

"Of course you can see it," Song Zhao smiled at him with his eyes bent, his immature face was very cute and cute, "fourth brother has a heroic figure, his feet are as light as a swallow, he can come and go unpredictablely, he must be a master of martial arts .If you can get the guidance of the fourth brother, you will benefit from one-third of the learning!"

The little girl babbled a lot, and Si Yu only heard four words...

The figure is heroic.

His complexion was unpredictable, thinking of the scene where Song Zhao had a skin-to-skin relationship with him in Bailu Villa.

It must have been at that time that this little girl secretly stared at her naked body.

"Shameless." Si Yu gritted his teeth and hummed, turned around and took off a dark red brocade robe from the screen, and dressed himself meticulously.

I was afraid that if I took a slow step, the little girl could not help but throw him down.

Song Zhao was obviously not in love, and had no idea that the powerful minister had made her into a wolf-hungry pervert.

She compared her fingers, and said pretty, "Fourth brother, think about it! If you think ten thousand taels is not enough, you can add more."

Si Yu pursed her lips tightly.

Is he one of those superficial people who are obsessed with money?

The boy fastened his belt, and the dark red color made him look fairer and more handsome.

He leaned back, and his robes were spread out in layers, arrogant and wanton.

He rested his chin on one hand, turned slightly sideways, and hooked his fingers loosely at Song Zhao.

Song Zhaodian, who asked for help, stepped forward.

Si Yu's slender and bony fingers pushed the little girl's forehead, "Your fourth brother is not free."

Song Zhao, "..."

Does the powerful minister like to play with people so much?

She didn't force her, and said in a muffled voice, "Si Xiaolang is not free, so I'd better find someone else to teach me."

"you dare!"

Si Yu's expression darkened, and he reprimanded in a low voice.

Martial arts practitioners are generally men, and physical contact is unavoidable when teaching martial arts.

Song Zhao looked up at him, four words revealed in his innocent eyes.

Why not?

Si Yu's throat slipped, and an inexplicable fire was simmering in his chest, with a half-cold face, he gritted his teeth, "You are a girl who has never been out of the court, how can you come into contact with a foreign man.

Do you still want to be famous if it spreads out? In order not to fall into the shoes of others, I had no choice but to let my elder brother do it for me! "

Song Zhao's eyes were as bright as stars, and he said sweetly and crunchily, "Fourth brother, thank you for your hard work! You are such a kind and loving person!"

Thousands of wears and thousands of wears, flattery does not wear.

Si Yu, "..."

If there is something to do with the fourth brother, nothing to kill the brother.

The little girl turned her face faster than she turned a book.

He had a cold face, but the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

*

Si Yu first taught Song Zhao archery.

The two came to the shooting range opened by the General's Mansion, and Song Zhao performed the shooting action according to what Si Yu said.

Si Yu stood behind her, his hands passed through Song Zhao's armpits, guiding her to hold the bow and arrow steadily.

very close.

Song Zhao smelled the familiar cold fragrance from Si Yu's body.

She put aside distracting thoughts and concentrated on adjusting the bow and arrow.

Shoot three times in a row, each time getting closer to the target.

Si Yu was a little taken aback.

The little girl was so small that she completely enveloped him.

It smells so good.

The hands held in the palms are also soft.

Why is the girl's hand so soft?

Si Yu was distracted, couldn't help but increase the strength, and kneaded the palm of his hand.

Song Zhao was pinched and shook his hand, and the arrow hit the ground.

She frowned, "fourth brother, you hurt me."

Si Yu let go of his hand slightly, not wanting others to notice his strangeness.

Maintaining an inscrutable expression, he said indifferently, "Don't be distracted."

Song Zhao, "..."

How shameless!

"What are you doing?"