Chapter 1698

"Cough..."

Andre, who came out of the study, looked up and saw his daughter holding a man without image.

Serena looked over Ya Quan's shoulder and saw her father at the door of the study. She jumped down immediately.

After Yaquan put down Serena, he also looked back at him.

It seems not good to hold someone's daughter in front of his father-in-law.

Fortunately, Andre didn't embarrass Yaquan any more. When he saw that they were separated, he turned and walked in the other direction.

Mo'an looked at Serena and Yaquan, who were excited and crazy. She didn't say hello, which would disturb their happiness. She sneaked upstairs herself.

She had already passed through Fengyi, and then stepped back a few steps later.

"Knock, knock!"

She knocked on Feng Yi's door.

Feng Yi, who had finished washing, wrapped a bath towel and opened the door.

"Eh..." mo'an covered his eyes reflexively as soon as he saw his bronze chest. "Brother Yi! Can't you put on your clothes and open the door again?"

"Why, are you still shy?"

Feng Yi not only didn't go in and dress, but also leaned on the door frame like a rogue, teasing mo'an.

"Of course I'm shy! I'm not a boy."

Mo'an is speechless. Where did brother Yi come to the conclusion that she won't be shy?

"How shy? Let me see if you blush."

Feng Yi leaned over.

He leaned closer, and if there was any breath, it sprayed on mo'an's face.

Mo'an's eyes were covered by himself, and he found him close by feeling.

Her index and middle fingers moved slightly, revealing a small gap.

As soon as she looked out of the slit, she fell into a pair of dark pupils that were as warm as jade and with a trace of smile.

"Who is like you?"

His naked body could not be seen in the small slit. Mo'an could finally look at him with peace of mind.

Let others blush, let him see?

What kind of quirk is this?

"How am I?"

Feng Yi stretched out his index finger and tried to make mo'an put down the arms on her face.

"You are very bad!"

Mo'an opens her mouth and comes.

"What's wrong?"

Feng Yi broke off her two fingers and grabbed them. Now as long as he pulled hard, her hand can be separated from her small face.

"Everything is bad!"

Mo'an's free right hand grabbed Feng Yi's wrist and wanted to tear him away.

"I'm so good to you, but you say I'm bad everywhere. Isn't that good?"

Feng Yi picked a good-looking sword eyebrow and pulled it hard on his hand.

When she pulled off her hand over her face, it was also her hand holding his wrist.

Under this pull, her body was also pulled forward.

"Ah..."

Mo'an threw himself into his arms.

Feng Yi didn't expect that she would come with this pull. He bent down and leaned in front of her. She threw her forehead and hit his chin directly.

"Well..."

This hit him so hard that he snorted stiffly.

Mo'an's left hand was still in his hand. As soon as his right hand touched his warm chest of red fruit, he covered his forehead reflexively.

"Brother Yi!"

Mo'an frowned. It really hurt!

"What are you staring at me for? It hurts me too!"

Feng Yi also touched his chin.

The forehead is so hard that it can't be made of stone.

"You deserve it! Who told you to pull me!" After protesting and spitting, mo'an showed his teeth and rubbed his forehead. "Look at my forehead, it must be swollen by you!"