An Taotao didn't dare to look at Lu Shuo, and her eyes were a little fluttery. "Oh, it should be the ninth master."

No, she thinks she looks better and feels guilty.

"Little liar." Lu Shuo stared at her delicate side face and jokingly touched her lips.

An Taotao subconsciously refuted, "I didn't, I was sincere."

"Hehe." Lu Shuo hums and laughs, reaches out and rubs her head a few times, and quickly rubs her hair.

An Taotao patted his hand with a sad expression and a small face like a puffer fish. She scrambled out of bed and ran back to her room to dress and wash.

Lu Shuo...