Be Good Chapter 1290: Let’s forget about the pain

"I came here to chat with you?" Long Quyuan kept knocking on the mirror with his fingers, and said slowly.

Hearing the tone of the pavilion master, the two cranes began to panic, and the steady red lotus crane said, "The master asked us to come here because he wanted to know how to coax the little girl."

"According to our experience of coaxing Xiaoxian, the pavilion master can give Miss Yuanyuan what she likes."

"It's like Xiaoxian. She likes the little red shrimp in Nanhu the most. No matter how angry she is, as long as you send her dozens of little red shrimp, she will immediately calm down."

In the end, Red Lotus is more reliable.

However...

Long Quyuan touched his delicate chin, but his little girl didn't like the little red shrimp.

What she is most happy to see now should be her parents, brother and sister-in-law.

As long as she sees her brothers, sister-in-law and parents, she will definitely forget about such a trivial matter today.

But the point now is that Long Quyuan doesn't want to take her to see her. If she gets closer to Pingcheng, her soul will automatically enter the body of Yuan Changhuan, who has been sleeping in this life.

At that time, the sixteen-year-old Yuan Changhuan's body will disappear with the death of his soul, and the twenty-year-old Yuan Changhuan may not be who he is when he wakes up.

In the past, Long Quyuan hoped for the Yuan Changhuan in this life, but now, he even hopes that the sixteen-year-old Yuan Changhuan will stay by his side.

Let's think of another way.

"Besides the things you like, what else?" Long Quyuan asked shamelessly.

Seeing that the pavilion master could ask them for help one day, the two spirit cranes naturally explained all the tricks to coax Xiaoxian.

Finally... Long Quyuan thoughtfully waved them away.

After listening for a long time, he decided that it is best to use bitter tactics.

Thinking so, the phalanx that tapped the mirror finally fell.

At this time, after Yuan Changhuan finished venting in the flowers, he returned to the room under the guidance of Xiaoxian.

"Yuanyuan, are you unhappy? Did Xiaoxian do something wrong?" Seeing Yuan Chang's cheerful appearance, Xiaoxian asked cautiously.

"It's okay, it's not your fault."

After Yuan Changhuan returned to the room, he saw Long Quyuan lazily leaning on the soft couch, with his chin propped on his palm, and looking at her at the door lazily.

Seeing her eyes, Long Quyuan didn't stand up, but lay on his back on the soft couch.

"Get up, this is my room." Yuan Changhuan paused, out of anger, walked over quickly, pulled Long Quyuan's sleeve, and pulled him out.

"It hurts, it hurts." Before Long Quyuan could put her hand on it, he exaggeratedly began to cry out.

Yuan Changhuan's red lips twitched slightly, "I haven't touched you yet, where is your pain?"

Looking at him condescendingly, Yuan Changhuan squinted his peach blossom eyes and examined him.

The dark red robe slid down, revealing the fair and delicate but graceful ankles.

The first thing that caught Yuan Changhuan's eyes was not the graceful ankle, but the two big blood bubbles under the ankle and under the heel.

When his eyes changed, he immediately grabbed his ankle, "What's going on?"

"..." Ever since Long Quyuan could remember, his ankles had never been touched by anyone, but now he was suddenly touched by a woman, and the feeling was a bit...complicated.

Pinching his cold ankle with fingers, approaching his pair of jade feet.

She has a deep memory of Long Quyuan's feet, because when she saw Long Quyuan for the first time, Long Quyuan was not wearing boots.

At that time, she also gave him a pair of black boots.