Quick Transmigration: The Female Supporting Character is a Squeamish Bag

Su Nuo clasped her hands behind her body, took off the strands of hair from the ivory comb, and was about to step forward to continue combing Mo Liushuang's hair.

Mo Liushuang refused with a cold face.

He didn't want to be bald yet.

Comb yourself.

Mo Liushuang raised his eyebrows, pursed his thin lips slightly, and stretched out his hand towards Su Nuo.

Su Nuo blinked her watery eyes, looking at Mo Liushuang's hand that suddenly stretched out.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and he didn't seem to be that difficult to get along with.

It seems that he has begun to accept himself.

So, Su Nuo gently put her other hand on Mo Liushuang's.

The soft little hands are as if they have no bones, and the skin is as white as jade.

Moliu Cream:? ? ?

This is a fool!

I just want to comb, why is she putting her hands on it?

Why are you still laughing so stupidly.

However, her hands are so slippery!

Subconsciously, Mo Liushuang reached out and pinched it, feeling like she was pinching some kind of dough.

It's so good!

Successively, Mo Liushuang squeezed several times.

"pain."

Su Nuo yelled aggrievedly.

A pair of big eyes, red, looked at him hazy with tears.

He was really angry, seeing that he had just messed with his hair, he pinched his own hand to retaliate! !

It must be so! !

Mo Liushuang was stunned, looking at Su Nuo who remained silent, but complained silently with teary eyes.

Immediately, he shook off her hand, with a trace of cruelty in his brows and eyes.

What are you doing?

It must be because of her, which caused me to become inexplicable, and this is not like me anymore.

Thinking of this, Mo Liushuang glared at Su Nuo again.

Su Nuo's eyes were full of tears, and when she met Mo Liushuang's eyes, she trembled again and shrank back.

He... so fierce.

My hands hurt too.

Su Nuo lowered her head and looked at her red hands, feeling extremely wronged.

I couldn't help but whimpered and cried.

"do not Cry!"

Mo Liushuang's voice was a bit loud, Su Nuo was frightened, and opened his mouth slightly, but tears were falling down.

At this moment, Mo Liushuang wanted to get the comb in her hand.

Her tears fell on the back of Mo Liushuang's hand one by one.

It was scorching hot, as if hitting the tip of his heart.

Mo Liushuang felt a little uncomfortable, curled her fingers slightly, her face was slightly stern, and there was a frosty cold light in her eyes.

For a while, Mo Liushuang didn't know how to deal with herself.

"hand pain."

Su Nuo stretched out her hand towards Mo Liushuang.

There are red marks on her soft white hands that she pinched.

Su Nuo's naturally soft white skin, after pinching it a little, the red marks never disappeared.

Really squeamish.

"You blow it up for me."

Su Nuo took a few more steps forward, and stretched her hands forward.

The huge apricot eyes were covered with a layer of water mist, looking pitiful.

Mo Liushuang had a cold face, because she was so soft, inexplicably felt that her heart was also soft. Soft.

Mo Liushuang lowered his head, squeezed her little hand, brought it to his lips, and blew.

After blowing, Mo Liushuang let go of her hand, her handsome face was turned sideways, and her voice was a little low.

"You go wash up."

"Oh."

Su Nuo nodded, holding her phoenix crown with both hands, and walked towards the ear room.

At this moment, Mo Liushuang looked back at Su Nuo's back.

The hostility is deep on the face, and the eyes are secretive.

Is this Su Nuo real, or just pretending?