At this moment, Luo Qingxin was wearing a crimson purple man's robe, with her head tied high above her head, which was indeed impossible to tell the difference between male and female.

Luo Qingxin turned his head and narrowed his eyes slightly. The male prisoners in front of him were probably not wearing prison clothes because of the new pass. Coincidentally, the man who cared about him was also wearing a purple dress, and his skin was so fair that he could see the blood vessels hidden below.

This old-fashioned color was worn by the two people in front of him, one of whom was strong in aura, noble and domineering; the other was gentle and weak, gentle and gentle. The man's eyes were as clear as water, and he was full of concern at this time.

That gaze, that look, was simple and clean, like a well-protected young master from a wealthy family who was not familiar with the world, but suddenly had a big disaster in his family. Therefore, his clean eyes were filled with a deer-like purity and a hint of timidity, but he showed a sincere smile to Luo Qingxin.

He looks seventeen or eighteen years old, a little thin, very beautiful, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, and his skin is shattered.

Luo Qingxin's outfit is no longer apart from male and female. This man is even more so. If he changes into women's clothing, he can make many women feel ashamed to hang their own branches in the southeast.

Luo Qingxin was a little suspicious, or was he just a woman?

Knowing the tragic fate that a woman will face after entering the prison, so, do women dress up as men?

Very likely.

Luo Qingxin couldn't help but look at him again.

Perhaps her eyes were too bright, and the boy's face turned red, but he still looked at her with a pair of clean and clear eyes.

Luo Qingxin smiled. This shy little look was so cute that it made people want to twist it. She really did this. She stretched out her hand, pinched his face with a funny look, and said, "I don't call me little brother, I'm older than you!"

She was talking about her age in her previous life, twenty-five years old. Compared with the little boy of seventeen or eighteen in front of her, isn’t it just a big deal?

The boy's face turned red. I don't know if it was because she pinched his face or because of her words, and said unconvincedly: "I'm already twenty years old, you're at most fifteen or sixteen years old. How could you be older than me?"

Are you twenty years old? I really can't tell.

Luo Qingxin continued to pinch his face, well, soft and tender, and the touch was really good.

The boy's face became redder, and his eyes, like stars, became brighter. I don't know if it was brighter because of shame or because of his anger.

Luo Qingxin smiled and said in a slutty tone, like a street rogue-playing woman: "Be good, I will protect you from now on! I will never let others bully you!"

If you look like this, whether you are a man or a woman, it is really difficult to live in this prison, and you will become a toy for the jailers and guards.

Luo Qingxin's words are actually very sincere. After all, she is a little boy who expresses kindness to her. She is thin and thin, and she is so beautiful and clean. Although she is cold-hearted and will not easily show sympathy, isn't she just idle now? By the way, she is not a big deal to cover a little brother.

Unexpectedly, the boy's face immediately showed an excitement. The shy red before had not yet receded, but the excited red now surged up again. He hugged Luo Qingxin at a loss and cried in emotion: "Wuwuwu, is it true? Will you really protect me?"

Luo Qingxin: "..."

Although he is a little boy, he said he is already twenty years old.
Chapter completed!