Rebirth Of The General’s Granddaughter

I was a little nervous walking. When she said goodbye, the grandfather and uncle's exploring eyes, the aunt's deep smile made her feel faint, a little bit of a thief, caught on the spot.

She could ignore Wang Yiping's harsh and spicy eyes and silent condemnation, but could not face Grandpa and Uncle frankly.

Would they be disappointed if they knew that all this tonight was their own carefully designed trap against Wang Yiping? After all, I am only a twelve-year-old child. It is really unacceptable that my thoughts are so evil and obscene.

But it doesn't matter what happens to grandparents and uncles and aunts and brothers.

For the sake of your loved ones, Purple Ghost, you can't have soft hands. Tibetan Bodhisattva said, "I don't go to hell. Who goes to hell?” Then let me go to hell.

Purple ghost bites his teeth and moves toward the footsteps of Mu Weiwei's study, becoming more determined.

Besides, Mu Yingwei entered the study with water and pity, and placed her on her own bed, where she rested normally.

See the water sad sitting on the bed, eyes slightly closed, sandalwood mouth slightly open, gasping, body trembling, as weak as falling leaves in the wind, a pair of long eyelashes, like a row of fans, projecting at the lower eyelid.

Two small teardrops, like crystal clear, hang on the girl's white, skinny, fatty palm-sized face.

Because it is close enough to smell the light, refreshing mint in the girl's mouth; it can see the chu woman's plush hair on the girl's face.

That pair of snow peaks tightened under the translucent red sari, if hidden, kept rising and falling as the girl gasped, like a pair of fire red spheres.

In the middle of the circle, that pink little pearl, as beautiful as the first petals, the slim and soft waist limbs, like the willow branch in March, shake out all kinds of flair, even the small lotus feet, silently demonic, issued a tempting invitation.

At first sight, Mu Yingrui's peach blossom eyes became dark and dark. He just felt his tongue dry and his breathing was rushed. His whole body of blood boiled and poured towards his lower body somewhere.

Mu Yingrui is not a “young chicken” who is not familiar with the world. He has been through almost everything. It is too easy to try to subdue such a little girl as water pity.

And naturally he grabbed the hands of the water, and he said, "How are you? Why are you gasping like this? What can I do to ease your pain? ”

Watermelancholy was originally from the official house, but he has been in Chulu Hall for some time now. What do men think, of course, can be seen at a glance, and he also knows how to grasp the scale.

Immediately, the implicit belt shrugged its own little hand and gasped: “The slave family... Slaves have... Medicine, please, sir... Makes people... Give me that... ”

As soon as the voice fell, Purple Phantom came in, took a small porcelain bottle, poured out a pill and put it in the pitiful mouth of water.

Then he said sympathetically to Mu Yiyi: "Sadness has asthma, cannot be exposed to cold winds, touch pollen. But when she heard that her daughter rehearsed the song and dance, it was a mid autumn gift for the elders. She needed exactly three people, and the other girls didn't know how to dance, so she insisted on participating. I advised her not to participate, because it was windy at night and in the garden; but she did not listen, saying that she had no relatives, my relatives, were her relatives, she had no other gifts, danced a dance, could bring laughter to the elders, should be. ”

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