Chapter 464

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It's almost six o'clock.

Yang Zimei was also about to change into her dress and wait for Song Xuan to come over and pick her up to go to City B with her.

She put on a small dress, and casually draped her long hair with black and drooping shoulders. Only in the bangs, she attached two crystal hairpins, which looked refreshing and beautiful.

Just as she was about to put on that silk scarf, Xuehu shook her head and said, "To be honest, if you wear a silk scarf like this on such a hot day, it really feels weird."

Yang Zimei also knew it was weird.

But……

She touched the peach wood card and Xiaoqian's pendant, and it would seem even more strange if these two stood out.

"Sister, why don't you put me in the bag." Xiao Qian said, "I don't want you to be imperfect because of me."

"Put you in a bag and you'll suffocate."

Yang Zimei shook his head and said, "Absolutely not."

She threw the silk scarf aside, "It doesn't matter if it's not perfect, it doesn't matter, I'm not going to a beauty pageant anyway, that's it."

"Actually, that's pretty special."

Xuehu said aside, "That's it, don't need that silk scarf."

Yang Zimei nodded and picked up a small handbag containing some essential items. It doesn't matter if other treasures are left at home. With Long Zhutian and Master, they won't worry about theft.

Yang Zimei dressed neatly and walked out with Xuehu in her arms.

Long Zhutian was practicing swordsmanship, and when he saw her, his eyes lit up.

He put down the wooden branch in his hand, walked over, grabbed Xuehu's tail and threw it aside, then reached out to hug her, and whispered in her ear: "You are so beautiful!"

Yang Zimei's face was slightly red, and her face was shy.

"I don't want you to go!" Long Zhutian said domineeringly, tightening his big hands around her waist.

"This is not good, I promised Mr. Song."

Although Yang Zimei is nostalgic for his embrace, she still has to do what she needs to do.

"Why don't you go with me!"

Yang Zimei blinked at him and asked.

Long Zhutian let go of his hand, "You can go, I don't like places with many people."

"Hehe, I know that, then I'm leaving."

Yang Zimei stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek, "Concentrate on practicing swordsmanship, don't miss me too much."

"Um."

Long Zhutian nodded in agreement, his cheeks were slightly red, and his breathing was slightly heavier.

Yang Zimei smiled and greeted Mao Xuehu, who was so angry that Long Zhutian had thrown him aside, greeted his master and uncle, and went out to wait for Song Xuan.

"That man of yours is 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, I feel like an ordinary fox every time." Xuehu's claws scratched frantically at the fur on its head, "I really am It's too unbearable."

"If you can't take it, you have to take it." Yang Zimei touched its fur, "Who told you to follow me?"

Xuehu looked at her speechlessly.

Yes, who told him to be cheap and follow her?

However, it was still happy to follow her.

Although he was aggrieved, it was still much better than the days in the past thousands of years. He clearly felt his existence, and he no longer felt like those mud and stones.

Perhaps, this is the happiness of the human world.

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