The Girl in the Iron Cage: Lazy Little Beast Fei

Little feather? Looks like someone once called her like this. When He Xiangwan and her sometimes fell in love, he would call her ‘little feathers’, saying that her heart was tickling like little feathers…

This is a secret name, only she and He Xiangwan know each other, and did not expect to be called out in the mouth of the Great Teacher today!

Should it happen?

still is……

She couldn't help but glanced at the Grand Master again, and saw that he sat down with his eyes narrowed, and the wind blew his hair robe corner, and the indescribable elegance was elegant.

There was a shock in her heart, and this look—

Faintly smelling Xiang Xiangwan ...

She fainted in her heart, suddenly there was a longing, and she wanted to lift the mask on his face to see his face ...

"So what do you see as a teacher? Don't you know?" Da Guoshi leisurely lifted the scorching copper pot from the stove and filled the plum blossom pot slowly.

Luo Qingyu coughed and looked away.

With a wry smile, how can it be!

He Xiangwan is not as powerful and powerful as the Great Teacher!

He was more like a big brother next door.

Sunshine, handsome, elegant, and a little shy ...

She usually looks gentle and harmless, and only when she loves her, is she full of strength and plunder—

If you talk about images, Zi Sanghe is more like late, looks like, and has similar temperament, even some habits ...

A plate of pastry was put beside her when she didn't know when she was. She was a little bit surprised, and she ate it before she knew it, and when she woke up, a plate of pastry had all been in her belly ...

As soon as he looked up, he saw the Daguo teacher smiling at her with a faint smile, his eyes a little stunned.

Luo Qingyu was also a little embarrassed. She coughed and smiled, "Master, this pastry tastes good."

"It's really good." The Great Teacher replied slowly, and suddenly reached out to wipe the cake residue left behind her lips: "You have a good appetite."

His movements were smooth and natural, and Luo Qingyu froze. It didn't seem that he would make such an intimate and natural movement: "Disciple, disciple is going to copy the paperwork." Turn around and leave.

Luo Qingyu went back to copying the paperwork again.

Although it was already noon, the Great Teacher did not urge her to go to dinner.

With the bottom of the pastry in her belly, she was no longer hungry.

There was no need to climb the ice mushroom.

Even though she was climbing the ice mushroom a lot easier now, but she still has to spend some effort. She is lazy and can save a trip.

The Great Teacher still sat there drinking tea.

Luo Qingyu found that he seemed to be addicted to tea and would drink a pot every day ...

There are flying petals flying on his head, and several pieces are falling on him. He sits there so lazily, the beauty of the scenery is like a picture ...

The brush in Luo Qingyu's hand unknowingly traced it out.

A few strokes outline a simple figure, flying hair, flying corners, covering the face mask ...

Luo Qingyu was a special agent in her previous life. This description of painting was naturally a compulsory homework, but she was drawing infinitely close to the real thing at that time, trying to be realistic, like foreign oil painting.