Chapter 13 Special Sexual Orientation ③

  After being questioned, Dongfang Zhao finally understood what the little guy in front of him meant by "seeing". It turned out that he was a rotten girl, no, he was a boy, so it should be a rotten boy! He actually naively thought that Dongfang Zhao had a special sexual orientation and was just affectionate with Xi Ming Yu Chen. In fact, it wasn't like that...

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  The original lawn was peaceful, with only Xi Ming Yu Chen lying on the grass, his eyes lightly closed, expression serene, and sleeping posture extremely elegant. It was Dong Fang Zhao's sudden arrival that broke the silence here. He walked all the way, calling out Xi Ming Yu Chen's name: "Chen——Chen——"

  This guy Xi Ming Yu Chen has had sleep apnea since he was young, is very sleepy, and sleeps wherever he goes. It's really hard to find him!

  Actually, Xi Ming Xuan Chen was drowsy and heard a familiar voice calling him, but because he was too sleepy, he lazily didn't want to open his eyes. Anyway, no matter where he slept, Zhao would find him.

  Dongfang Zhao indeed found the right direction, but because his pace was a bit too hasty, he got entangled in some twigs and branches in the messy grass thicket, causing him to slip and almost fall to the ground. Due to the suddenness of the event, even with his exceptional martial arts skills, he couldn't turn back time; nor would there be a hero rushing out to rescue the beauty at the critical moment!

  The result was obvious: Dongfang Zhao Ying fell to the ground, and happened to pounce on Ximeng Youchen who was sleeping soundly. Due to inertia, he still hugged Ximeng Youchen and rolled around on the grass a few times.

  What a coincidence! A certain someone appeared at this moment, thinking they had seen an earth-shattering scene, and almost burst their nose with excitement.

  "Are you really not a bad person?" Dongfang Zhao's eyes scanned over Wu Ningmeng's face, which indeed didn't look like that of a bad person. She swept her gaze from head to toe, damn it! There was even an inexplicable sense of familiarity, what was going on?!

  "What's with the midnight? Is Midnight a prawn from Dongdong?" Weng Mingshu was confused, what had triggered this Eastern Zhao? Why was he interrogating like a census officer, almost asking Weng Mingshu: What's your surname? What's your name? Where are you from? Where are you going? How many people in your household? How many mu of land per capita? How many cattle on the land? Do you have any witnesses, physical evidence, or ID?

  Dark night? I'm still pinching daytime! As soon as I heard it, it sounded ominous, definitely not a good thing! Not knowing is better than being involved, Wu Xing hurriedly nodded and replied with unusual determination: "I have no idea what that thing is, so it's not! Certain, definite, and absolutely not!"

  The always silent Xi Meng Xuan, the great beauty, finally reacted. He had only met Wu Ning a few times, but he also felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if they should have known each other for a long time. The slow-tempered man who didn't like to get involved in worldly affairs surprisingly helped someone prove: "I think... she's not... what we believe... trust him..."

  Dongfang Zhao couldn't understand himself. He, a naturally proud and skeptical king, would actually easily believe the words of a fleeting acquaintance. Hmph - ridiculous!