Supernatural Rebirth Genius Girl Diviner

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Waking up with my eyes open, the pillow was empty.

Yang Zimei's heart was suddenly emptied, and she looked blankly at the white mosquito net, Fang lazily got up from the bed, put on slippers, and walked out of the room.

There was a sound of shredded wood from the knife in the courtyard.

He hasn't left yet?

With a happy heart, she hurried into the courtyard.

Dragon was sitting on the large decorative stone in the middle of the courtyard, lowering her head, holding in her hand the carving knife used for carving jade, and cutting something on a large piece of wood.

The golden sunlight in the morning shone on his body, making his full-fledged face even more handsome and charming.

This is her man!

Yang Zimei stood not far away and looked at him foolishly!

Maybe she felt her gaze, Long lifted her head day by day, just facing her with a little obsessive lingering eye light, her heart moved softly, and there was a gentle light under her eyes, her face smiling slightly at her Smiled.

Dragons don't laugh very often day by day, but when they smile, they bloom like snowdrops on the iceberg, making people feel like they are returning to the earth.

He and Zhu Gezhen laughed, and two deep dimples were rippling on his lips, almost drunk.

The Zhuge's man was born with an insane smile of evil charms, and blossomed with peach blossoms.

But Long is different from day to day. His temperament is as cold as iron, and the smile gives an indescribable feeling.

Therefore, he just smiled so much that Yang Zimei felt that his heart was being grasped by the cat's paw, and the whole person would melt into his smile.

This man is really a demon.

She remembered that year when he was fifteen!

At that time, his posture was unique and evil, like walking out of a comic book, and letting her see it at first glance made her feel inexplicable.

She returned to him with a bright smile, trot in small steps, and muttered slightly, "I thought you quietly left again."

Dragon pursed her lips day by day, stretched out her hand and pulled her to sit on her legs, as if her father was holding a child.

The two have long been used to embracing each other. Yang Zimei didn't feel sudden and awkward. She naturally sat on his warm legs and knees, looking at the wood and knife in his hand. "Do you want to carve anything? ? "

"Well, carve me." Dragon wiped the debris from the wood with his fingers day by day. The rough outline of a head was highlighted, and it really looked like him.

"How did you carve not me, but yourself?"

Yang Zimei rolled his eyes.

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