C334 Eleven year old Xiao Hong

The little loli, whose face was slightly red, was standing in front of Qin Lang, rubbing the ribbons on her dress.

This tone, seems a little abnormal huh ? Qin Lang silently thought in his heart. No matter how he listened, there was a hint of that sort of meaning to it. It was like an agreement between lovers.

"Then, Little Red, how old are you?"

Qin Lang asked