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    Li Xin was startled, and so was the man.

    She raised her arm and gently held the finger on her forehead:

    “What did you call me?”

    She looked into he’s dark pupils and felt the fingers in his palms were warm and delicate, with slender finger bones.

    The Ghost King was speechless.

    He lowered his eyes, his green eyelashes trembled and closed, and after a moment he smiled as usual:

    “Why, aren’t you a little crybaby? How many times have you dropped the golden beans in front of me?”

    This is not the first time he calls her this way, and there is no difference in the conversation.

    Li Xin frowned and let go of he:

    “Don’t call me like that in the future. I haven’t gotten to know you that well yet.”

    She patted the locust flowers on her body, stood up straight, turned around and left.

    The Ghost King followed her with great interest, like a little tail, teasing her:

    “But there are still other people calling you that?”

    Li Xin didn’t say anything, and he became more and more aggressive. He stood directly in front of her and walked forward backwards.

    “Could it be that besides Jiang Ke, you have a lover?”

    The corners of his lips were curled up, and his peach-shaped eyes were curved and raised. The eyes were smeared with spring dew and had a warm color.

    Li Xin stopped and pursed her lips:

    “Enough said?”

    She had no intention of getting entangled with him, and she felt like she was holding a breath in her heart, even after he said what he just said.

    The ghost king pretended to be innocent and looked at her.

    Li Xin glanced at He gloomily, straightened her back, bumped He hard with her shoulder, and walked forward without looking back.

    The ghost king called her from behind:

    “Girl, you are so small-minded that you can’t even joke?”

    There was a smile in his voice, and he seemed not to be apologetic at all.

    Li Xin retracted her steps.

    She’s heart was pounding, maybe because of anger, or some unknown emotional manipulation. When her head became hot, she turned to he:

    “Okay, if you want to joke with me, just tell me your name first, and I will let you joke.”

    She scratched her neck and looked as stubborn as before:

    “I don’t dare call you sir every day.”

    There were only a few steps between the two of them, but Li Xin raised her voice when she spoke. Her voice was bright and bright, not delicate enough, but better than clear and clear.

    The Ghost King froze on the spot.

    He stared at Li Xin’s stubborn expression, filled with emotions in his heart. In the end, his thoughts turned into a helpless sigh:

    “I’ve forgotten, I don’t remember.”

    Li Xin clenched his fists and opened his eyes:

    “I only lie to people all day long! Who will believe you!”

    After that, she picked up the hem of her skirt, ran back to the room, and slammed the door shut.

    The ghost king was left standing alone, half a bunch of ink hair blown away, stained with a few pieces of tender locust flowers.

    “As I get older, my temper doesn’t get younger.”

    he murmured, with a gentle smile on his lips.

    ————

    “What did you call me brother? Nannan wants to know.”

    Under the locust tree, the little girl raised her face, trying hard to see the face of the person in front of her.

    He’s face is hidden in the shade of the trees, illusive and hazy.

    “Me? Why do you want to know my name?”

    He seemed to be laughing, and his voice was very pleasant, low and moist, as warm as warm cotton wool.

    “My mother told me to remember my brother. If you can’t remember it, just write it down.”

    The girl’s fleshy cheeks were bulging, and her eyes were bright, reflecting innocence and ignorance that was not stained by dust.

    The man squatted down and stroked her furry little head with his palm:

    “But I have forgotten it, I don’t remember it.”

    Hearing this, the girl couldn’t help but pout her rosy mouth:

    “Brother is lying to me again. You must have remembered it. Are you unwilling to tell me?”

    A gust of wind blew up the locust flowers and the man’s scattered black hair, and also brought he’s smiling voice:

    “I never lied to you, but if you really want to know, you can call me in the future…”

    Gen:_(:з ∠)_I don’t know what to say today.

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