Chapter 464: Okay

It's almost six o'clock.
Yang Zimei was ready to put on her dress and wait for Song Xuan to come over and pick her up to B city.
I put on a small dress, and I wore a long black shoulder-length hair, just at the bangs. I didn't have two crystal hair clips, it looked fresh and beautiful.
She just wanted to bring the silk scarf, Xuehu shook her head and said, "To be honest, if you wear such a silk scarf on such a hot day, it really feels weird."
Yang Zimei also knew that it was strange.
but……
She touched the Taomu card and Xiaoqian's pendant. It would seem even stranger to make these two stand out.
"Sister, otherwise, put me in the bag." Xiao Qian said, "I don't want you to be imperfect because of me."
"Put you in the bag and you will be suffocated."
Yang Zimei shook his head and said, "Absolutely not."
She tossed the silk scarf aside. "It's not perfect if it's not perfect. It doesn't matter, anyway, I'm not going to participate in a beauty pageant, that's it."
"Actually, this is special."
Xuehu aside, "That's it, that silk scarf is gone."
Yang Zi nodded, picking up a small handbag with some necessary things, and other treasures, it doesn't matter if he stays at home. There is a dragon to be with the Master and they will not worry about theft.
Yang Zimei was neatly dressed and went out holding Hu Xuehu.
Long is practicing swords day by day, seeing her, his eyes brightened.
He put down the wooden branch in his hand, walked over, grabbed Xuehu's tail and tossed it aside, then reached out and hugged her, whispered in her ear: "You are beautiful!"
Yang Zimei's face was slightly red, and she was very shy.
"I don't want you to go!" Long said arrogantly, her hands tightened around her waist.
"No, I promised Mr. Song."
Although Yang Zimei is nostalgic for his arms, what he should do is still to be done.
"Otherwise, you go with me!"
Yang Zimei blinked and looked at him and asked.
Long let go of his hand day by day. "You go, I don't like places with a lot of people."
"Oh, I know so, then I'm leaving."
Yang Zi raised his toes and kissed him on the cheek. "Focus on practicing swords, don't miss me too much."
"Ok."
Long nodded promised day by day, his cheeks were reddish and his breathing was slightly heavy.
Yang Zimei smiled and greeted the side of Mao Xuehu who was so angry that he was thrown aside by the dragon day by day. He greeted Master and Uncle and went out to wait for Song Xuan.
"Your man is really getting more and more excessive, throwing me like this every time." Xuehu said angrily.
"Why can't you avoid it?"
"I don't know how to do it, in front of him, every time I feel like I'm completely like a normal fox." Xuehu's claws scratched the fur on his head, "I really I can't stand it. "
"You can't take it anymore." Yang Zimei touched its fur. "Who told you to follow me?"
Xuehu looked at her silently.
Yeah, who told me to follow her?
However, it was still willing to follow her.
Although I am aggrieved, it is much better than the past few thousand years. I clearly feel my existence, and I no longer feel that I am like those earth and stones.
Perhaps this is the happiness of the human world.