The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

He watched her eat sugar.

Peeled one piece after another, as if it had a lot of sugar in its pocket.

Then, when Su Cigarette reached out again to pick up the sugar.

There was another hand, one step faster than her, that reached into her pocket.

This is a school uniform that fits snugly.

Natural pockets are also large.

As soon as he reached for it, he pulled it straight out. His hands were strong and he stabbed and ripped open at the edge of his pocket.

Su Smokey Eyed Baba.

Look at the pockets you've been dragged down, and look at that guy's hands still in his pockets.

“What are you doing? ”

She talks.

Hoyos didn't feel anything wrong doing this to himself.

“Where did you hide the sugar? ”

Lazy and relaxed voice, his eyelids lifted, glancing at Su Smoke.

Su Smoke had to touch it from his other pocket and pull out a piece of sugar and hand it to him.

Listen to your boss, he's choking on his saliva.

“Cough, cough, boss, let's, shall we, go?? ”

He didn't steal sugar or anything, though.

But still a little embarrassed. What's going on?

Hoyo glanced.

“Why are you still here? ”

Strong man, stand there.

“I, I, I...”

I haven't spoken for half a day.

Hoyo waved, indicating he let him go.

Eventually, the strong man nodded and left reluctantly.

Hoyo looked at the sugar in his palm.

My fingers are moving.

“What else? ”

The tone is lazy and relaxed.

Su Cigarette took out another piece and handed it to him.

Look at his eyelids.

More?

She rubbed her little hands around her pockets and took them out piece by piece.

Until he filled his palms with sugar.

Tap, one of the sugars fell off and hit the bench.

Hoyo lifted his eyelids and looked at her.

Stick out a finger and pull up that pocket over there.

“How much are you hiding in there? ”

Speaking of which, he went to pay for himself.

Hands just reached low and stabbed.

The only intact pocket was ripped open.

Su Smokey looked at him and covered his pocket silently.

Hoyo is a very evil man.

Watching Su Smoke not resist, they all accepted his disrespect.

He reached out, one finger pressing her forehead, muttering.

“That's not a good way to live. ”

Su Yan listened to him and watched his movements.

Dodged silently and moved it over again.

“It's up to me to decide whether to live or not. You can't.”

Soft voice, seriously.

Speaking of which, silently pick up the sugar on the bench.

Because he bent over to pick up sugar, so much so that he could see the uniform he was holding up and reveal the severed wrist.

White wrist, that's the top, lots of scars.

Looks a little old.

It's a knife mark.

Su Yan shifted his gaze.

Hold that sugar in your hand, Dao.

“I'll go first. ”

Finished, she's leaving.

Hoyo's hands are full of sugar. She's in the middle of nowhere. Where would you let her go?

She pulled the corner of her uniform and pulled it back.

Push onto the bench again.

A pair of Dan Phoenix's eyes curled.

“Love sugar? ”

“It's okay. ”

She answered quite honestly.

He nodded, followed, shouted.

The sugar in his hand was thrown on the bench.

Sit there and peel a piece.

Open your mouth.

Voice down.

That sugar had been stuffed in Su Cigarette's mouth.

Follow me, two, three.

By the time she ate the sixth dollar, her mouth was stuffed.