Chapter 1273

Gentle and affectionate

But what does it mean to stop tears?

The mood hasn't calmed down, the tears don't listen, and she doesn't want to cry anymore, because she thinks it's useless to cry all the time.

I don't want the Young Marshal to think that she is a crying ghost

Although she was bullied by him since childhood, she also took the title of crying ghost. After all, she is twenty-six, not sixteen

"Yun Xiaobai, you really don't cry." The Young Marshal sighed, "if you cry again, your nose will bubble out. Don't you think it's ugly?"

Xiaobai took a hard breath and was deeply afraid that the snot bubble would run out. His voice choked like words, "ugly..."

"Ugly, are you still crying?" The Young Marshal wondered. He knew it would be ugly to cry with tears and a runny nose. Why did he cry so hard?

When tears are not worth money?

"Wuwu... Wuwu..." Xiaobai cried intently again, feeling despised and despised again.

Young Marshal: "

Big head!

How to make her cry, he has a thousand ways, how to coax her not to cry, he... Helpless.

There's nothing I can do with her!

There's no way!

Yun Xiaobai is a crying ghost. He has been since childhood and hasn't changed for so many years!

But... If it changes, it won't be his cloud Xiaobai, will it?

Bow your head, sigh, and finally admit your life.

The Young Marshal picked up her chin with his fingertips and sealed it with his lips.

All the sounds disappeared at the moment when the two lips met.

Xiaobai stared blankly and forgot to sob. All her senses were concentrated on her lips and mouth

The Young Marshal soothed her volatile emotions with his lips and tongue. Finally, when he released her, he pinched her soft face, "do you still cry?"

Xiaobai bowed his head, blushed and shook his head silently.

The young marshal was satisfied and continued, "let go?"

Grasp the hands of the door, slowly, slowly release

The Young Marshal touched her head, "don't cry any more. Let people see how I bullied you. Grandma knows that I can't help scolding."

"No, grandma won't scold you." Xiaobai's gentle comfort, with a heavy nasal sound after crying.

Like a little sheep.

"Are you so sure grandma won't scold me?"

"Yes!" Xiaobai nodded heavily. Grandma loved Young Marshal so much. How could she be willing to scold him?

"Ha ha," the head was knocked, and the Young Marshal's low smile came from his head, "what a fool."

"Just..." I'm not a fool!

As soon as Xiaobai wanted to mutter, the whole person suddenly soared into the air. She panicked and screamed subconsciously. Her hands seemed familiar. She accurately circled his neck, and then hugged him tightly for fear of falling down.

The Young Marshal held her and looked at her frightened little face. A low and deep laughter came from her chest. "If you don't want to fall, hold me tight."

Xiaobai didn't speak, flattened his mouth and silently hugged his neck.

The young marshal was satisfied and walked slowly into the room with Yun Xiaobai who didn't weigh as much as a sandbag.

Along the way, the servants and servants saw it and laughed in good faith.

The young marshal is in a good mood and has a thick skin. He is Xiaobai who is held in his arms. His face is thin and he has just cried. At present, he is too ashamed to see anyone. He buried his head deep in the Young Marshal's arms like an ostrich.

He took her back to his bedroom and just put it down. Xiaobai saw that it was not his bedroom. He immediately looked like a frightened rabbit. He was anxious to rush out of the door.

The young marshal was on guard. His tall and straight body blocked the door. His face was not very good. "Where do you want to go?"