Su Nuo pinned his hands behind his body and removed the hair silk on the ivory comb. He was just ready to come forward and continue combing his hair with ink flow cream.

Mo liushuang refused with a cold face.

He doesn\'t want to be bald yet.

Comb it yourself.

Mo liushuang raised his eyebrows, pursed his thin lips slightly, and stretched his hand towards Su Nuo.

Su Nuo blinked watery eyes and looked at the hand suddenly stretched out by the ink flow frost.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly. He didn\'t seem so difficult to get along with.

Seems to have begun to accept yourself.

So Su Nuo gently put his other hand on muriushuang\'s hand.

Soft little hands, like no bones, have white skin like jade.

Ink flow cream:???

This is a fool!

She just wants to comb. Why does she put her hand on it?

Why are you still smiling foolishly.

But her hands are so slippery!

Subconsciously, Mo liushuang reached out and pinched it, feeling like he was pinching some dough.

Nice pinch!

One after another, the ink flow cream pinched several times.

"It hurts."

Su Nuo gave a cry of grievance.

A pair of big eyes, red and tearful, looked at him dimly.

He was really angry. Seeing that he had just made his hair, he pinched his hand to revenge!!

It must be like this!!

Muriushuang was stunned. Looking at Su Nuo, he didn\'t say a word, but he complained silently with tears in his eyes.

At that moment, she shook off her hand, and there was a trace of cruelty in her eyebrows and eyes.

What the hell are you doing?

It must be her reason. She makes herself inexplicable. It\'s not like herself.

Thinking of this, moliushuang glared at Su Nuo.

Su Nuo was in tears. When he touched the eyes of Mo liushuang, he trembled again and shrank back.

He... Is so fierce.

My hand hurts.

Su Nuo looked down at his red hand and felt very wronged.

I couldn\'t help crying.

"Stop crying!"

Mo liushuang\'s voice was a little loud. Su Nuo was frightened and opened his mouth slightly Ba, tears are falling down.

Just then, muriushuang wanted to take the comb in her hand.

Her tears, one by one, hit the back of muriushuang\'s hand.

It was hot and hot, as if it had hit the tip of his heart.

Ink flow frost was uncomfortable. He curled up his fingers slightly, his face was slightly lingran, and his eyes were also covered with frost cold light.

For a moment, the ink flow frost didn\'t know how to deal with itself.

"My hand hurts."

Su Nuo stretched out his hand towards the ink flow frost.

Soft white hands with red marks made by themselves.

Su Nuo\'s natural soft white skin was pinched a little, and the red mark never disappeared.

It\'s really delicate.

"You help me blow."

Su Nuo stepped forward again and stretched his hand forward.

So big apricot eyes, and dense with a layer of water mist, looking pitiful.

Mo Liu\'s frosty face, because she was so soft, inexplicably felt that her heart was also soft Soft.

Muriushuang lowered her head, held her little hand, sent it to her lips and blew it.

After blowing, muriushuang released her hand. Her handsome face was sideways, and her voice was a little low.

"You go wash."

"Oh."

Su Nuo nodded, holding his Phoenix crown in both hands and walked towards the ear chamber.

At this time, Mo liushuang looked back and looked at Su Nuo\'s back..

His face was fierce and his eyes were secretive.

Is this Su Nuo real or fake?