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Chapter 118 Abo World
"Xiao Youyou is in a daze again?"
Seeing the little girl's expression was startled, but the brilliance in her eyes changed again and again, obviously she was communicating with that unknown thing again, Qing Muhan's eyes were dim, and her heart was unhappy. More anxious.
"It seems that this time, I really want to punish Xiao Youyou properly."
I don't like this person playing with others without her knowing, and they are so happy, and don't like this person who still has the heart to talk to other living creatures in front of her, and moves the little girl with her heart. He picked it up horizontally and entered the mecha warehouse. Qing Muhan pinched Youyou's waist with great strength.
"It hurts."
Calling softly, Youyou looked at Qing Muhan, still at a loss.
"Why punish Youyou, Youyou is very good."
Bai Qu said that only children who do wrong will face punishment, but now, she has done nothing wrong?
A soft and tender little girl with a very innocent expression, her eyes are very clear, and her shadow can be reflected in her pupils.
Her heart felt sour and numb as if someone was gently scraping it with a feather. Qing Muhan couldn't help but kissed the corner of the little girl's eyes, and the strength of her men gradually loosened.
"Little Yuyu."
Before meeting this person, Qing Muhan never thought that she would fall in love with a person, or an omega woman of the same gender as her. Speaking of which, Qing Muhan originally thought that she would be an orphan, after all, she Her identity cannot be exposed, and her heart is always closed, so.
Rubbing the little girl's face with her cheeks, Qing Muhan whispered, "I'm sorry, Xiao Youyou, I'm probably sick."
The stronger and stronger desire for possessiveness and dominance made her start to be uncertain and small-minded. Qing Muhan didn't want to become so ugly, at least, she didn't want to show her selfishness, despicableness, cold-heartedness in front of the little girl. noodle.
Trying to suppress the evil thoughts in her heart, Qing Muhan let go of Youyou and asked restrainedly, "I'm ill, so can Youyou forgive me for being rude just now?"
"Ah? Are you sick?"
The little hand touched Shangqing Muhan's forehead, Youyou pursed her lips, and said worriedly: "Why do you get sick? Is it serious? Is it uncomfortable? It must be very uncomfortable, right? Youyou was sick before? Really good Are you sad?"
With trembling eyelashes, staring at the silver-haired woman who was close at hand, Youyou obediently did not move and let Qing Muhan kiss her, only those eyes kept rolling.
The tactile sensation in the holographic game is absolutely real. Except for not being able to have sex or have fun, everything else is no different from reality.
Therefore, it didn't take long for Youyou to retreat in Qing Muhan's plundering kiss, her body softened and a puddle of water.
"Little Yuyu."
Why are you so deceitful?
Holding the silly, cute and sweet little girl tightly in her arms, Qing Muhan's eyes were dark, and there was a darkness so thick that it couldn't be opened.
"Well."
Feeling dizzy after being kissed on the head, Youyou squeezed softly, Qing Muhan's clothes hem, Nuo Nuo said, "Qing Qingqing, if you are sick, you should be obedient to recuperate. Let's play the game and go to the doctor together."
Qing Muhan: …
Squinting slightly, watching the little girl's brows carefully, Qing Muhan rolled her throat impatiently, and said hello.
"Uh-huh."
Just do what you say, Youyou got off the game after a short rest, and the system Xixi, who has been watching, said that its host is really stupid.
After some tossing, Qing Muhan really became a patient.
After all, as the supreme leader of the Eastern Alliance, no one dared to go against her will and say that she was not sick under her secret instructions.
In the dark-colored bedroom, Qing Muhan was half lying on the bed, looking at the little girl who was busy for her, the tenderness in her eyes almost overflowed.
"Okay, come here."
Hooking her fingers at the little girl, Qing Muhan's thin lips were slightly raised, and she joked: "If you continue to toss again, Yule will be stuck."
Yule, a low-intelligence sweeping machine, needs to be easily controlled by humans, and it is obvious that her little girl is in this aspect.
No talent at all.
"Hey-hey."
Embarrassingly put down the remote control, Youyou touched Yule's big bare head, who was spinning in place, and ran to Qing Muhan's bed.
"Qingqing Qingqing, are you feeling better?"
A pair of black and white eyes were full of seriousness, Youyou put his head close to Qing Muhan, for fear of hearing something wrong.
Nodding, smiling slightly at the little girl he loves, Qing Muhan's voice is soft and gentle, as if the dark and paranoid before are all illusions, "It's much better, Youyou don't have to worry."
"Well, that's fine."
Because there is no experience in caring for people, Youyou can only follow Bai Qu's style in her memory, and ask Mu Han from time to time if it hurts, if she feels better, if she wants to drink water, take medicine, and so on.
Simply Qing Muhan didn't care about Youyou's clumsiness.
She looked at Youyou with a smile in her eyes. Even though the malice in her heart was growing all the time, she still appeared to be very harmless on the face.