In the car, Lu Xiaomu looked at Lan Jueming next to her, and she pretended to cough.

"Didn't someone say no?"

Lan Jueming, who had closed his eyes, moved his neck slightly.

"Hey, you're too bold, for this kind of person who has no sense of time, just leave, and don't care what she does," he said in a somewhat deliberate tone.

Lu Xiaomu puffed up his eyes.

"Why don't you just oversleep for a while?"

"Miss, Childe naturally hates others for being unpunctual." Humble.

Lu Xiaomu looked sideways.

Glancing at Lan Jueming, who was still closed, his little hand suddenly stretched out, reaching out to touch his eyelids.

"It's also annoying to know that you don't look at others when you speak."

Lan Jueming still ignored her, and Lu Xiaomu instantly became anxious.

Reach out and pull his eyelids.

only then did he reach over, and was suddenly held by Lan Jueming.

Lu Xiaomu hurriedly broke free.

"What are you doing, hooligan?"

Lan Jue Ming just held her little hand, and the corners of her lips hooked a wicked smile.

"You said what would happen if I took a picture of this and sent it to Ye Liting?"

Listening to the uncle's name, Lu Xiaomu's heart suddenly beat a little chaotic.

"You're going to die, why are you threatening me, knowing it's my weakness." Uncle is her weakness, and this guy is speechless to threaten her.

The smile on the corner of Lan Jue's lips became a little thicker.

"I like to see your scared little look, cute, and ruffian." He said with an incomprehensible smile in his eyes.

Lu Xiaomu puffed up his eyes.

"You're the one who is perverted." This guy is really perverted.

Lan Jue's deep eyes seemed to flash a ghostly light, and when his eyes fell on the shallow handwriting on Lu Xiaomu's wrist, a trace of strangeness flashed in his eyes.

The finger was gently placed on it, caressing the tattoo-like handwriting.

"It still feels the same, it's good." A shallow smile spilled out between his lips and teeth, and a slight sound came out of his throat.

Lu Xiaomu twisted his eyebrows.

"What do you say"

Lan Jue came back to his senses, raised his eyes, and looked at the little face in front of him, he froze for a few seconds.

"Do you have an impression of this word?"

Lu Xiaomu glanced at the handwriting on his wrist and puffed out his eyes.

"Why do you ask this, I don't know, if I say it's innate, do you believe it?" because she didn't know where the word came from.

Lan Jueming stared at that little face for a long time, with a faint loneliness in his eyes.

"Yes."

Lu Xiaomu twisted his eyebrows.

"I know what it means" Why is this guy a little weird this minute, saying this kind of thing, and it's still strange to die.

Lan Jue reached out and stroked her head.

"It's nothing, looking at you like this, I suddenly remembered some things about my past."

Lu Xiaomu rolled her eyes.

"What are you doing, I used to have a woolen relationship with you, what kind of logic are you, when you see me, you remember that you used to be your logic, and I don't understand it."

Lan Jue stared at her for a few moments, and then a faint smile curled into the corner of his lips.

"No, for the sake of you, today reminds me of my past, so what happened just now is considered to be in the past."

Lu Xiaomu rolled her eyes, and then the corner of her lips pointed to his big hand holding her hand.

"Addicted"

Lan Jue lowered his eyes and looked at his hand holding her hand, and his thin lips gently overflowed with a wicked smile.

"Addictive." He picked it up and prepared to kiss it on his lips.