C285 A Cold Top Student Is a Bamboo Horse(15)

The scissors kept cutting, but it was still messy.

What Ye Yao hated the most was this kind of emotions that was hard to part with but also brought pain to others. Like a poppy, clearly poisonous, but addicted to it.

At this moment, Lu Xiaohu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said in a low voice: "What are you afraid of? Won't we have a home together?"

When he said this