Chapter 47 Black paper and white words
“Stop and stop…”
I stopped, roared with curly hair on my hips.
“Don’t blame me for chasing me again!”
“Hmph! I want to be polite to you!!”
Bang bang bang—
The two of us fought together.
I haven’t seen each other for a few days, and my curly hair has grown.
I guess I have practiced it all day long!
Bang—
I finally kicked the curl away.
“Hiss my waist…waist.”
Curl fell on the sofa and wailed
I looked at the wailing curl in surprise and then looked at my hands.
No!
I didn’t seem to have made a lot of effort
Besides, I used to kick him like this, and I didn’t see anything wrong with him!
I began to feel guilty…
Could it be that I kicked him too hard yesterday?
This caused me to fall back when I kicked it today.
Thinking of this, I felt even more guilty and guilty.
“Ahhhh, are you okay?”
I went up and helped him up.
Unexpectedly, Curly turned over and captured me and pressed me under me.
“Ouch…”
This time it was me moaning in pain.
Dead curl… smelly curl… rotten curl…
How dare you lie to me!
You are dead! !
“Dare curly, you dare to touch me! Just wait to go to Africa to be a male prostitute!!”
I threatened him fiercely.
This is called losing without losing
“A dead duck is so stubborn, should I get back the throne of the third school grass!” curly and cunningly smiled.
“Hmph…If you don’t believe me, please flip my pocket.”
“What’s the matter in your pocket?”
Curly asked, while flipping through my pocket.
A piece of paper, open it.
A black and white body selling contract.
It says: