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Chapter 771 Can I be your little waste39

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    There is a big temperature difference between day and night, and it¡¯s still a bit cold without a fire.

    The two sat down around the campfire and had dinner.

    ¡°What¡¯s wrong with your neck?¡±

    Qiao Yanran's sharp eyes saw a very dark purple-red mark on Mo Ling's fair neck. The shape was very suspicious. She touched her chin and said.

    She didn¡¯t notice it before.

    When was this mark made?

    Mo Ling, who was adding firewood, was a little confused and followed her gaze and touched her neck.

    Hiss¡ª¡ª

    It still hurts.

    ¡°I was bitten by a puppy.¡±

    Mo Ling raised the corners of her lips and said in amusement.

    Qiao Yanran: "???"

    If he said it was a flying bird and it was still credible, what about a puppy? What kind of dog could jump so high?  Jump up and bite someone?

    Xiao Yuwan said secretly: [Qiaoqiao, have you forgotten?  Last night, you fell asleep on Mo Ling's shoulder¡ª¡ª

    You are probably a dog, and you bit someone.  ¡¿

    Qiao Yanran: [¡­¡­]

    Did you bite someone?

    She slept in a daze last night and had no memory at all.

    "Okay, you still scold me in different ways, let's see how I deal with you." Qiao Yanran stood up, grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground, and threw it directly.

    Mo Ling quickly got up and ran away.

    He cupped his hands and said solemnly: "Xia Xia, spare your life, it was a small mistake. You have a lot, so just go around me, okay?"

    "late."

    Qiao Yanran put her hand into the ash pile on the side, and with quick eyes and quick hands, she wiped a handful on Mo Ling's face.

    Mo Ling raised his hand and wiped his face. He glanced at the black dust on his hand, curled his lips and smiled, a smile that was helpless and indulgent.

    Small fish balls: [¡­¡­]

    It felt a little headache and pinched the center of its brow.

    " Qiao Qiao has lived for more than 10,000 years. Sometimes she is quite calm-tempered, and sometimes she is arrogant, childish, and fussy, like a child who has not grown up.

    but¡ª¡ª

    In heaven, the life span of the fox clan is generally long, even ten thousand years is not that long.

    Qiao Yanran sat back on the futon next to the campfire. She looked at the small sweet potatoes on the fire that were almost roasted, and was about to reach out to take them.

    "Dirty, wash your hands before eating."

    Mo Ling grabbed her wrist and frowned.

    Qiao Yanran: "???"

    This sweet potato has been roasted on this fire, and the outer layer of skin is already burnt black. Even if you wash your hands, when you touch the sweet potato, your hands will still be black.

    ??Besides, when she eats sweet potatoes, she doesn¡¯t eat the skin, only the heart inside.

    When you¡¯re done eating, it would be nice to wash them together and save some effort.

    Small fish balls: [¡­¡­]

    So lazy.

    Its father is diligent and very clean.

    Mo Ling took out the kettle from the storage ring, poured water, and rinsed her hands carefully. After making sure they were clean, he took a towel and wiped her hands clean.

    He took another hand oil, melted it in his palms, and applied it on her hands. "It's cold now, and it's dry in this secret place. You need to apply hand oil well to moisturize it."

    Pay attention to people.

    When Qiao Yanran went out this time, the storage ring was full of things, including all kinds of pots and pans.

    But she didn¡¯t wear any rouge or gouache.

    Not to mention things like hand oil.

    "Eat it, be careful not to burn your hands." After Mo Ling carefully wiped her hands with oil, he sat by the campfire, took off the sweet potato, tore off the black skin on it, and handed it to her.

    "very nice."

    Qiao Yanran leaned on Mo Ling's shoulder, having eaten and drank enough.

    Mo Ling took a handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of her lips.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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