Only Chu Mu and He Jie were left there, facing each other.
"Put on your clothes." Xie Ye's face was as gloomy as water, and the temperature all over his body seemed to have frozen.
Chu Mu was still holding Jie Ye's coat in his hand.
He took one look at the clothes, shook his head and handed it over.
"Why are you glaring at me? I'm not cold...it's already daybreak, and the sun will be out soon, why should I wear anything?"
It’s just November now, and it’s not really cold in the south.
It was indeed enough for Chu Mu to wear a sweater.
Anger rushed to his head, and Jie Ye grabbed Chu Mu's wrist and pulled it without saying anything.
“?!”
What is this bull trying to do? Is he forcing me?
Chu Mu refused to move. He squatted in a horse stance and leaned backward, trying to break free.
"..." Jie also gritted his teeth, "You asked for it!"
He stretched out his long arm, picked up Chu Mu and threw him over his shoulder.
Sanhua fell to the ground with a thud.
“Ahhhhhh!”
【Old Eight, tickle him! 】
Chu Mu kicked his legs and asked the cat for help.
Sanhua took a step forward and showed his claws.
Jie Ye turned around suddenly, his gaze like a knife fixed on the cat.
"Squeak—"
Sanhua stepped on the brakes.
He ran away with his legs twisted.
[Ahh! You traitor! !]
…
Old Lady Xie followed Xie Ye, who was carrying Chu Mu into the house, with a dangerous murderous look on her wrinkled face: "Demon, a source of trouble!"
"Don't be angry," the old man exhaled a smoke ring. "Young people are full of blood and passion. They can't resist seeing something good. It's mainly because that mute from the Chu family is too attractive."
Mrs. Jie rolled her eyes and said, "Brother, I need your help."
(This plane is a fleshy plane, the main feature is wild!)
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