Chapter Nineteenth: The Beaten Zhuang Xiao He

  "Right!" Xia An's originally calm life was completely disrupted because of that Broken Mountain Moon! And, and, why is he also a trainee spirit...

  Xia An'an silently sobbed in her heart: I'll spank you with a small wooden board, I'll spank you with a small wooden board...

  Suddenly, Xia An'an turned her head and carefully weighed her family's Zhuang Xiaohe: eyebrows like ink paintings, face like peach blossoms, nose raised and lips thin, a pair of eyes blinking like stars in the dark night, bright and moving! He's also a little pretty boy!

  If he didn't have that despicable and arrogant aura about him, he would be perfect! Xia Anan suddenly felt that Zhuang Xiaohe actually had such a captivating moment too!

  Zhuang He's whole body felt cool and refreshing, but this little Anzi looked at him with an expression that was not quite right! How could he look like a madam in a brothel estimating the value of a newly caught young girl?

  Zhuang swallowed his saliva and unconsciously took two steps back. Just as he had taken two steps back, Xia Anan unexpectedly took two steps forward.

  Xia Yan's small mouth pouted, looking sulky, and she stretched out her hand to pinch Zhuang He's face, saying "My Zhuang Xiaohe is also very pretty! Look at his face! Look at his eyebrows! It's really not bad!"

  While talking, Xia An'an kept pinching Zhuang Xiaohe's small face.

  So smooth! So fine! A boy's skin is so good! I'm really jealous, jealous! And then Xia An'an couldn't help but rub and pinch Zhuang He's face even harder.

  After Xia An'an felt comfortable and happy, he let go of his hand, rubbed his hands, turned around, and looked forward: Actually, standing still isn't bad either! At least you won't fall asleep.

  Poor Zhang's face was red and swollen from Xia Anan's ruthless slapping, and he stared at Xia Anan in horror: This guy! He must be crazy! Otherwise, why would he be so abnormal today?! Actually daring to touch...touch his face!

  Damn it! Why did I freeze up at that time?! Letting Xia An'an, that crazy woman, bully me like that!!! Zhuang He was so frustrated afterwards that he almost cried! What was wrong with him at that time?!

  After a while, Zhuang and stole a glance at Xia An'an, who was smiling with the corners of her mouth, looking straight ahead with her head held high.

  Zhuang He couldn't help but twitch his face: Why can this guy be so calm? And still so nonchalant...

  After thinking for a long time, Zhuang He decided to ask Xia An'an: Why are you so irritable today?

  Damn it! When did he become so fussy?! Zhuang He suddenly felt that his state today didn't seem quite right either!

  Then, Zhuang hooked up the corner of his mouth and smiled at Xia An'an, as usual, and slapped him in the past.

  A loud "slap" landed on Xia Anan's back, and Xia Anan stumbled backward, almost falling to the ground.

  With great difficulty, he steadied his body and after a long while, his anger ignited again as he slapped back with force, but was dodged nimbly by Zhuang He.

  "Zhuang Xiaohe! Has your mental illness relapsed again?" Xia Anan glanced around, but ultimately still bellowed out, while rubbing her poor back.

  It's good it wasn't a slap on the chest! Otherwise, it was originally flat and smooth, who knows, maybe it would have been slapped inward.

  Zhuang Xiaohe, you little turtle egg...

  "What's wrong with you today, Xiao Anzi? Have you gone mad? Has your brain been filled with cement?" Zhuang He said coldly, staring at Xia Anan.