Rong Yanran pouted in dissatisfaction: "Why do you say that? I know a lot of them. I know a lot of delicious food and a lot of tactics for fighting. And I am also a knowledgeable person in our place. He sings well and can dance. Many boys like me."

Murong Xuan frowned without a trace, but his hands were still stroking her hair, with a smile in his voice: "Yan'er, you are so popular. Do many men like you?"

"Of course," Rong Yanran replied with pride and without thinking. Suddenly, she found that the people around her were smiling terrifyingly. The air conditioner came, and quickly changed her words, "But I don't like them. They are not as good-looking as you, they are not as good as you, they are not as smart as you, and they are not as brave as you, and they are not as good as you, and they are not as good as you, and they are not as good as you, and they are not as brave as you, and they are not as good as your finger."

Rong Yanran admired her skill of flattering her, and she could do it with ease! She was also glad that she didn't react slowly, otherwise she wouldn't have been frozen to death by these cold eyes.

I have to say that Rong Yanran almost said that Murong Xuan was refreshed and in a good mood. He curled his lips and said, "So, in your world, you have not liked anyone, nor have you ever had any relationship with them?"

Rong Yanran raised her hand and sweared to the sky solemnly: "It's true." She wanted to have a chat with the male god, but the male god has always been close to her and has never had a chance to attack her. But she doesn't want to tell the truth, it's not a problem for the two of them! Love is to confess everything without reservation, it's pure bullshit!

Murong Xuan looked at her clear and firm eyes, how could he be suspicious? He quickly held her hand and put it down: "Am I so scrupulous and distrusting?" Rong Yanran complained in her heart, of course yes. His fingers with calluses streaked across her little hand and said gently, "Tell me about the real you, your family, and your life."

When she mentioned this, Rong Yanran immediately looked lit up and said excitedly: "My father, here he is a respected master, knowledgeable; my mother, who cooks a good dish, and her skills are among the best in a radius of hundreds of miles; my brother is a fourth-rank general, and he is very good at fighting (that is, he is very good during exercises). No one dares to bully me since he was a child. Many girls give me small gifts and want to get close to my brother; my grandfather is familiar with history and geography and likes to tell me stories..."

She talked endlessly, and she couldn't close her conversation as soon as she opened it. She hadn't talked about her family for a long time, and the distant life seemed to be in front of her again.

Murong Xuan looked at her sweet smile, and his eyes dimmed little by little. It turned out that she was so unrestrained and happy, would she leave herself? After all, in that world, there was her beloved family and everything so beautiful. When he thought of this possibility, his heart was suppressed and he could no longer feel relaxed.

"Yan'er," he suddenly hugged her tightly, "Will you go back?"
Chapter completed!