Chu zhaoyue turned his eyelids and pretended to be angry. "Why do I think you are not praising me?"

the summer desert wind is slightly shocked, and then the beautiful lip line is gently hooked: "what do you think is praise?"

Chu Zhao's crystal pupil turned and half joked: "since it's praise, there is no lack of reward. If you really praise me, send me a big gift to show your sincerity. "

"Dali......" Summer desert wind's long fingers are rubbing his white chin, and his dark eyes are very deep. It seems that he is thinking about what kind of gift it is.

Chu zhaoyue stares at him, thinking...