Gu Xijiu pulled his sleeve: "Can you try to change it for me?
In fact, I still like that body the most.
I haven't chatted with Xiao Cang for a long time.
I can only communicate with it easily by using that body."
Di Fuyi's eyes darkened slightly, but then he smiled and said: "Stupid, your current body is much stronger than that one.
Gu Xijiu pursed her lips slightly: "But that one is my favorite, that one is my true body, isn't it?"
Di Fuyi was silent for a moment and looked at her with deep eyes: "Xijiu, don't blame me for telling the truth.
That body belongs to Xiaojie, the former general's mansion.
How can it be your true body?"
Gu Xijiu: "" She took a breath, half joking and half serious: "After all, that body is the one I worked hard to reach the eighth level.
What's more, the general Xiaojie is dead, so naturally that body should be Besides, you have kept it so well, maybe you still want to give it to someone else?"
Di Fuyi obviously didn't want to talk about this topic: "Xijiu, what you want to cherish is your soul, why bother clinging to the skin?
You are very good now, more beautiful than the original body."
He pulled her into his arms and kissed the tip of her nose: "I think you are more attracted to me now."
He smiled in her ear again: "Baby, I'm already looking forward to the wedding in ten days.
Do you want to come with me to see the wedding room?"
His breath was hot, but Gu Xijiu's heart felt cold.
She pushed him away: "Not serious" Di Fuyi smiled: "See why the wedding room is not serious.
I decorated the wedding room myself.
You must be satisfied with it.
Do you want to go and see it?"
Gu Xijiu shook her head: "It's not good to see the wedding room in advance and it lacks a sense of mystery."
She didn't want to go see it because she was afraid that she would get drunk and be reluctant to leave.
Di Fuyi did not doubt that he was there, and felt that what she said was reasonable, so he did not force her.
The two walked for a while, and Gu Xijiu simply sat on the stone steps: "Have a rest, your feet are a little sore."
Di Fuyi looked at her slender eyelashes and couldn't help but want to laugh.
The little girl is pursuing romance.
She has already reached the eighth level of spiritual power and her feet will be sore after walking on a mountain road.
He squatted down and said, "Whichever foot is sore, I'll rub it for you."
The gentle voice made Gu Xijiu's nose feel sore, and she had the urge to rush into his arms, but she just stretched out both feet: "They are all sore."
Di Fuyi simply sat next to her, held her feet on his knees, took off her shoes and socks, and gave her a foot massage.
Her feet are in good shape, with arches like moons, delicate skin that looks like frost and snow, and her toenails are sparkling and pink.
Di Fuyi held her feet and swallowed slightly.
Was she deliberately trying to seduce him so that he would want her in advance?
Actually I really want it He went his own way in life, but in this matter he wanted to pursue perfection.
The night of flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, and the time when the names are placed on the gold medal list, are two of the greatest joys in life.
He was not interested in being named on the gold medal list.
The only fun now is the wedding night.
He took a slight breath and suppressed his thoughts.
There were still ten days left, and he could afford to wait.
He concentrated on massaging her feet, and the massage technique was very professional.
A warm current flowed down the soles of her feet, as if it could flow into the heart along the eight extraordinary meridians of a person.
The crescent moon in the sky is like a hook, and the stars on the ground are like frost.
Two lines of lyrics suddenly flashed into Gu Xijiu's mind: "Beautiful night, beautiful people":