On a certain day of a certain year and a certain month, "Brother Yi, Xue'er wants to hug you." She drooled and stared blankly at the young boy who was practicing martial arts. An Chenyi put down the sword engraved with dragon patterns in his hand, tapped his toes, picked up the pink Ying'er, and caressed her little face lovingly. Luo Xueying's beautiful eyes lit up, and she came up with a good idea to eat tofu.
"Brother Yi, I want to eat grandma."
The young man was shocked. He felt that his chest was wet. He lowered his head and swept across his chest. Three black lines appeared dramatically on his face. He saw a fleshy, pink little thing lying on his chest. He sucked hard with his small mouth and narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a successful smile. There were two blushes on An Yunyi's face, and he subconsciously clapped his palm, and a small meat ball flew dozens of meters away. He screamed "Wow~" and frightened the birds flying in the tree. From then on, Xueer understood: Tofu is not delicious either.