Princess Against the World

Over time, people have become accustomed to a girl's "Wang Fu Shi"-like waiting and looking.

Even some of the good ones would come over to chat with Ling Luoyu a few times.

Ling Luoyu was in no mood at the beginning and didn't want to pay attention to them.

After a long time, I got to know them well, so I just said a few words.

Over time, almost everyone around her became acquainted with her.

Spring faded the color and put on hot summer clothes.

As before, Ling Luoyu was waiting beside the Divine Stone Space early.

Not long after, a five- or six-year-old baby came running over.

"Sister, elder sister, eat candy, elder sister, elder sister..."

Without waiting for Ling Luoyu to turn around, he plunged into her arms, grinning, this little face, and holding a half-bitten maltose in his fleshy hands.

"Sister, you eat candy."

Ling Luoyu pinched his fleshy little cheek and rubbed it a few times.

"What did Doudou eat last night? Why haven't I seen each other all night? It seems that I have gained weight again!"

"The meat I ate last night, the meat my dad bought, it's delicious and delicious..."

"Yeah, Doudou still has meat to eat?! But my sister hasn't eaten meat for a long time!"

Doudou thought about it very seriously for a while: "Yeah, then, then I'll bring the meat and the meat for my sister, okay?"

Ling Luoyu smiled: "Of course it's good! But Doudou has to speak his mind, don't lie to sister!"

"Doudou's words count, lie to sister," Doudou looked serious, then raised the maltose with a smile: "Sister eat candy!"

"Be good, Doudou, sister, don't eat Doudou."

"Well, don't, sister eat, sister eat candy!"

Doudou coquettishly stuffed the maltose into Ling Luoyu's mouth.

She couldn't resist, opened her mouth with a smile, and took a small bite.

"Well?"

Suddenly, she frowned.

- What does this taste like?

She glanced at Maltose again.

There seems to be nothing wrong with it.

But why is it so greasy in the mouth?

It was like eating a mouthful of greasy pork.

Thinking of the oiliness of pork, the taste of maltose in my mouth is infinitely magnified.

It's like taking a bite of fat to the point of dripping oil.

At this moment, Ling Luoyu suddenly felt a kind of nausea that he had never felt before.

Although she tried her best to suppress it, this disgusting feeling was rushing upwards.

From the lower abdomen to the throat, rolling, uncomfortable to death.

Ling Luoyu pressed again.

But every time it is suppressed, the nausea seems to be more obvious.

She couldn't bear it any longer, and quickly pushed Doudou away, ran to the side and vomited.

Doudou was terrified, and cried out loudly.

"Woo woo, my sister is poisoned, my sister is going to die, woo woo, mother, woo woo..."

He cried and ran to the house.

I don't know if the maltose in my hand is gone.

When he got home, he grabbed the corner of his mother's clothes, and pointed out with a blushing little face, crying while running his nose.

"Sister, elder sister, elder sister is going to die, woohoo, elder sister is going to die..."

"Which sister is going to die?" Doudou was at a loss: "Doudou, which sister are you talking about?"

"It's that sister, that sister..."

"Is that the good-looking sister?"

"Mmmm, elder sister, elder sister is going to die..." Doudou nodded and cried even louder.

Doudou didn't know what was going on, so she didn't dare to neglect, she hurriedly dropped the water ladle, wiped her hands on her body, picked up Doudou and ran in the direction he pointed.