Sidhe almost thought he heard wrongly. He looked at the person in front of him carefully and confirmed that the person in front of him was indeed Tina Anmke.
Er Er: "You blew up your character."
"You said that the character can be properly exposed." Nan Qing felt that the character was not completely exposed. In some aspects, she still imitated the original owner.
The original owner's style of doing things was extreme, ruthless, and a little morbid.
A girl like this must be sick if she likes someone.
Nan Qing suddenly stood up and stood on the chair. She waved: "Side Ke, can you come over here?"
Sidhe didn't want to go there, but he was curious about what she wanted to do. Driven by curiosity, he walked over obediently.
Walk close to her.
"Come closer," she urged.
Sidhe frowned slightly and took another step forward: "What are you doing?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold hand touched Sidok's brow.
Her hands were cold, soft, and very small. Her fingertips gently touched Sidok's eyebrows, then slid down the side of his face, and finally slid across his lips.
She pinched his chin and smiled happily: "The closer I look at you, the more I think you look good-looking. Sid Ke, time has passed so long that I have forgotten how you got here."
She was the owner of the house, and Siddhartha came later.
Then the two of them became powerful beings in the house and lived together for a long, long time.
We are neighbors who live very close to each other, but we have never had much contact with each other and have only spoken to each other very rarely.
Sidoku didn't feel comfortable with her hands stroking his face, so he took a step back.
"Time has passed too long, and I have forgotten how I came here, but I am very grateful to the lady for taking me in." Sid Ke always spoke like that, neither humble nor overbearing, with a dismissive tone, and no emotion could be heard in him.
Nan Qing squatted down on the table, put his hands on his sides and swayed his legs to look up at him: "Thank you can't just be a verbal thank you. I have taken you in for so long, can't you thank me with some practical actions?
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Sid's eyes flashed, and the next second he raised the corners of his mouth, "How do you want me to thank you, Miss? Is this... thank you?"
As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and touched her cheek, then leaned closer as if to kiss her: "Is this how you thank her?"
He wasn't breathing, and Nan Qing couldn't feel his presence even if he stood so close to talk.
Nan Qing tilted his head with a smile. There was only a gap between their lips. If either of them pouted slightly, they might touch each other.
"Okay, thank you like this is quite interesting."
"Tina Amke, what's happened to you recently? Are you crazy?"
He didn't call her miss anymore.
"Yeah, I'm crazy. It's fun. Do you want to join this crazy game?"
"Game? Do you regard this kind of thing as a game?"
"Everything that happens to us is a game, just like the guests who come here continuously, one fixed game after another."
Sidhe looked at her eyes carefully, but couldn't see through them.
"They are coming downstairs. You put on your shoes and sit down. If those people see you sitting at the dining table talking to me like this, the game you designed will end early." Steko reminded.
Nan Qing didn't panic. She lowered her head and looked at her shoes.
She looked up at him with a smile: "My dear housekeeper, can you help me... put on my shoes?"
