He took another deep breath, and his expression relaxed. It seemed that he began to let go of many things in his heart.
Suddenly the corners of his mouth curled up, and he looked up at the girl who was still at a loss with a playful look.
I wanted to break the atmosphere, so I told a joke.
"Do you have a nickname when you travel around the world? I'll give you one. How about 'Fairy with Magic Hands'?"
"You are the thief! I should have known not to carry you back! Without me, you can go to the King of Hell's house and drink a bowl of Meng Po soup made by his wife!"
Lian Xiaomin roughly picked up the "pink enamel flower bowl" from the box and threw it onto his lap.
“Here, drink from this bowl!”
Lawrence Lu quickly and carefully caught the bowl, pretending to be "nervous and accidentally pulled the wound."
"Hey, be careful, okay? It's quite expensive~"
Humph, I know best whether it’s expensive or not, two hundred million…
"Okay, I'll return the bowl to you. It's no longer my business if it's broken. Are those two pairs of vases yours? I'll give them to you tomorrow."
Lawrence Lu stared at her in surprise, “Are you really going to return this bowl to me?”
Lian Xiaomin turned around indifferently and sat back on the sofa, crossed her legs, and stretched her arms upwards twice.
"If I wanted to snatch your bowl, I wouldn't have taken it out. It means so much to you, please keep it! Hurry up, don't let me see it again! My heart will ache..."
He covered his chest and turned his face away.
Lawrence Lu was stunned for a moment, looking at her appearance, the corners of his mouth raised, his palms stroking his eldest brother’s relics, his mind full of thoughts, and at the same time he seemed to be thinking about something.
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