"Little brother, is your butt itchy again?" Xiao Luoli held a bamboo stick in her hand, with two small dimples showing on her cute face.
Cute? Mo Fan gritted his teeth and reminded himself not to be deceived by this illusion. The little girl in front of him was simply a little devil.
Subconsciously touching his butt, he wanted to protest, but when he thought that he couldn't beat her, Mo Fan endured it... I'll wait until I grow up!
Ten years later, his hands were stained with blood and he had killed countless people, but in his heart, the little girl was still the same little girl...