The peach blossoms shine brightly.
When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family.
The peaches are as beautiful as the peaches.
When the son returns home, it is suitable for his family.
The peach is young, its leaves are pure.
When the son returns home, it will be a good time for his family.
"Yao'er, are you happy?" The man stroked Tao Yao's head and smiled warmly.
"I'm not happy. Besides, Qu Xiang, I'm eighteen." Taoyao patted her hand on her head, hinting him not to treat her like a child.
Qu Xiang was about to raise his hand, paused, then put it down as if nothing had happened, rubbed it twice, and said with a smile:
"In my eyes, Yao'er is still the same Yao'er."
Tao Yao Nu, this means, no matter how old I am, do you still treat me like a child? ? This is not fair! !
So, Taoyao sneered and said: "But in my eyes, Qu Xiang is already old." After saying that, he immediately rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and ran away -
The peach-colored figure ran very fast, as if someone was chasing her behind.
Qu Xiang's hand was still in the air, shining like a piece of jade under the sunlight.
He raised his eyebrows, "Are you too old? Twenty-eight, well, it's a bit old. But—" Qu Xiang raised his lips and smiled, "Xiao Yao'er, don't even think about running away from me in this life."