Mo Xiaomeng was so embarrassed that he supported the last lucidity several times and told him to turn off the light.

But Ye Sijue refused to say that she wanted to see her, to see her lovely appearance at the moment.

He couldn't help remembering the first time the two met, she stumbled into his world like that

Everything is really like fate.

From the first time he met her, he had some different feelings about her, which other girls could not give him.

Only she can give him such a feeling, such a heartbeat, such a love.

Mo Xiaomeng was a little ashamed, pulling his clothes, his face flushed with a beautiful flush.

Ye Sijue smiled slightly, as if to understand her meaning.

He passed her once.

"Look at me." Ye Sijue leaned down again, clasping her neck with his big hand, and letting her look at herself.

Mo Xiaomeng faced his eyes. In those blue eyes, the burning temperature was burning, as well as the emotion that made her heart beat.

"Call me." He ordered strongly.

Mo Xiaomeng's pink lips squirmed, and a soft voice came from her lips.

Ye Sijue bowed his head and chuckled.

"not this."

Mo Xiaomeng froze slightly, dumb adorable eyes blinked.

Not this, which one?

She doesn't understand.

Ye Sijue looked at her pure clear eyes, so innocent and cute, it made people want to bully her.

With a **** voice, he said evilly, "Call her husband."

Mo Xiaomeng froze first, then blushed.

She bit her lip.

How can he be so bad? Actually asked her to call his husband! Such a name is too ... too close, a name that can only be called after marriage.

Although Mo Xiaomeng is American, she is not as open-minded as other girls. She has been raised and treated as a princess since she was a child, and has a surprisingly conservative attitude towards men and women.

Besides, she and Ye Sijue were in the same heart, so she called her husband so close, wouldn't she be too ...

Mo Xiaomeng just couldn't figure it out.

"Jazz ..." she shouted softly, intending to fool through.

But Ye Sijue was not so good. When a man is stubborn, he is very stubborn. Only when he achieves his purpose can he let him relax.

"Everything was wrong. It wasn't called her, her husband, her husband, followed me." He was hypnotic, locked her eyes, read it several times, and asked her to follow.

Mo Xiaomeng was driving her crazy. She didn't understand the stubbornness of the boys in this area, let alone the importance of this title for Ye Sijue.

At first it was just a whimsy, wanting to hear her call herself like this, but now hesitating to see her, let him be anxious.

Why would you not call him like that? Is it because he doesn't like him enough?

This guess made Ye Sijue uncomfortable, so he needed her to prove it even more.

"Hurry up." He urged her, clasping her waist with her big hands, tightening her strength, and getting her closer to him.

He gave orders like an emperor, making people unable to resist, irresistible, and only surrendered to him.

Mo Xiaomeng was softened by his heart, like a lost deer hiding in his heart, bumping randomly, making her heart beat faster.

Seeing that she was still not soft, his fingers pinched her chin, and the king's momentum came strong.

"Be nice, call me."

Knowing what he wanted, Mo Xiaomeng finally surrendered, her pink lips were closed, and she called, "Husband ..."

Someone is satisfied.

In the end, Mo Xiaomeng was soft in his arms.