Chapter 16

The eye rims of metaphor became red, and she turned to stare at Mo Jingyao. This time, he didn't wear a shroud, but she didn't like him.

If it wasn't for him, she wouldn't be trapped here.

If she wants to go out, it's not impossible for her to go out. But if she uses the method of "nine Yin Tai Jing" once more, her organs will be lost again.

Everything has to start all over again.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he felt. As soon as he reached out, he pinched the back of Mo Jingyao's hand.

However, it seems that the hand strength is fierce. When it really falls, there is only a light one left.

To sum up, Mo Jingyao is a victim just like her. It's useless for her to blame him now. He doesn't know anything.

Can, figurative color think of a pinch at will, the man in front of the body inexplicably twisted his brow.

After reading for a while, I finally went into the shower room with a calm metaphor.

She accepted her life.

Compared with her small dormitory, the facilities in Mo Jingyao's bedroom are both in the sky and underground.

The bedroom is more luxurious than her home.

It's better to enjoy it.

After a bath, Yu se changed into clean pajamas and went back to Mo Jingyao.

He couldn't see anyway, and she had nothing to be shy about.

Close his eyes and smell his body's clear masculine breath, mixed with a faint smell of orchid, very good smell.

Thinking of the good experience of her leaning against the man's arms in the red coffin, she moved her body and leaned against his arms again.

This time, he was much more comfortable than before. His body was not as rigid as that time, and his softness still had the temperature of a man alone.

Close to him, you can think of the day when she was thrown into the coffin. Tears ran down her face and wet Mo Jingyao's clean pajamas.

Crying and crying, metaphor fell asleep.

I don't know if it's the temperature of Mo Jingyao's body. He sleeps soundly.

She seemed to be dreaming when she was asleep.

She dreams that Mo Jingyao wakes up, his beautiful face is in front of her eyes, fingertips gently wipe away the residual tear marks from the corners of her eyes, and then the breath is hot blowing between her lips and teeth.

Then, the two pieces of sexy thin lips that made her blush and heartbeat fell down.

His hand took hers.

The broad palm wrapped her, let her subconsciously return to grip for a while, "Mo Jing Yao, don't play rogue."

Then, the man "obediently" released her, no longer playing rogue.

The color sleeps deeper.

One night's dream, as if true.

Wake up, metaphorical color confused swept around.

Absolute masculine decoration style, simple lines everywhere are permeated with dignity, just like Mo Jingyao this man gives people the feeling.

He turned to look at him, after a night's rest, his face was more ruddy, lifelike feeling as if he could open his eyes at any time.

But she looked for a long time, he did not open his eyes.

Yu se began to tangle about what clothes she wanted to wear when she left Mohist School for a while. She didn't like to wear the clothes she had worn yesterday.

She was wringing her eyebrows, and suddenly found a set of rose red suits beside the pillow.

She thought about it for a moment. She didn't notice if there was any clothes beside the pillow before she fell asleep last night.

But this set of colors is so eye-catching that she can't miss it.

After washing and gargling, Mo Jingyao is still asleep.

I don't know if he's hungry, but she's hungry.

After hesitating for a moment, she remembered Luo Wanyi's orders to Mrs. Zhang. All the things in the room should only belong to her and Mo Jingyao.

So, Yu se thought about it and took off her pajamas and picked up the rose red suit.

It's not only the suit, but also the two small pieces inside.

Yu se simply took off all of her body. She felt that there was a pair of eyes peeping at her, but when she looked back, Mo Jingyao's eyes were still closed. She pursed her lips and changed into a whole set of new clothes from inside to outside.

The size is just right.