The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife

The young man grabbed the hand of Tunxi, brought her palm to his mouth, and then blew it gently.

The whole body of Tunxi was completely frozen, and he looked incredibly at the boy in front of him.

The juvenile's mouth was stiff and pulled up, as if laughing, but it turned into a strange muscle twitch.

He saw that Xixi still had no smile, thinking that she was still so painful, grabbed her hand unwillingly, and blew it down again.

"Small pool -!" Tunxi uttered a cry of almost screaming, violently reaching for the boy's face.

She looked at the boy's face like a konjac, one inch and one inch, a little bit of detail.

The more she looks, the more she feels like.

The eyebrows and facial features are like the appearance of her brother Xiaochi when he grew up.

It is not the younger brother of Nalan Tunxi, but the younger brother Xiaochi who lived with her in the orphanage in the past!

When she heard her shouting, the boy seemed to groan, and his eyes flashed a confused and awkward light.

Yan Zi’s eyes were also staring at the brook, and then it was like a ghost. The teenager opened his mouth and shouted two words in a broken and chaotic voice. "Sister...sister..."

The hot tears slipped from the eyes of Tunxi, dripping her clothes, but she didn't notice.

I can't tell whether this tear is from Tunxi or Nalan Tunxi. Only one sister has stabbed the softest part of her heart.

Tunxi took the boy's body full of dirty smell into his arms, his voice whispered whispering, "Xiaochi... Xiaochi..."

That little time in front of her to protect her little figure.

The younger brother who is willing to go to the Hell Lab.

That is her only relative in her previous life, and her relatives who can never be owned again.

But now, Xiaochi is now in front of her.

Whether the boy in front of him is the younger brother of Nalan Tunxi or the younger brother of her Tunxi, in this world, she will certainly protect this young boy and prevent him from being hurt a little.

When the boy was caught in the arms of the creek, there was a moment of panic, instinctively trying to escape.

But slowly, the familiar aroma of Tunxi was introduced into the nose, which was a taste that made her extremely eager and incomparable.

The young boy's eyebrows slowly stretched down, and he leaned his head against the shoulders of Tunxi, and the throat made a comfortable sound similar to the beast being blown.

Even because of the excitement, I turned my head and gently rubbed the skin on the neck side of the creek to express my relatives and affections.

Nangong, who has been watching from the side, has been hypnotizing himself. This is the Nangong Temple where the younger brother of Tunxi can't be jealous and tempered. At this moment, he can't stand it anymore.

This little satyr, even if it is thrown into the arms of the brook, it is obvious (it is obviously that the brook is pulled in by himself), and even dare to smash the brook, is it impatient?

Nangong squatted coldly on the front of his face, clasping the boy's neck with one hand and pulling him out of his arms.

As soon as the young man was pulled away from the Tunxi, he immediately tightened his nerves and his face was full of fear and warning.

However, when he felt the strong breath from Nangong, he immediately calmed down.

However, the long-suffering life has made him feel dangerous, and he can’t help but tremble, giving a low, heart-wrenching whine.

Tunxi immediately stood up nervously and shouted: "Nan Gong, what are you doing? Will you hurt him?"

Nangong wrinkled his frown and looked at the little boy's eyes on his hand.