Mo Ling's hands fluttering in the air inadvertently caught Qiao Yanran's hair, and immediately brought down several strands of Qiao Yanran's hair.
"Hiss -"
Qiao Yanran took a breath of cold air and put all her hair behind her head.
It hurts a little.
"Don't move."
Qiao Yan Ran's eyebrow is tight Cu, between talking, directly pulled down his black long gown completely.
Mo Ling heard this familiar voice, and waved his hand for a moment. But he was so dizzy that he felt cold all over his body, and his brain exploded.
The struggle is stronger.
Qiao Yan Ran looked at his hand and didn't say much. He tore off a piece of cloth and tied it to his wrist.
All right.
That's honest.
Although Mo Ling is still struggling, he is poisoned. His strength is so small that he can't earn anything.
Qiao Yanran said she was very satisfied.
Xiaoyu Wan 】
is insane.
After taking the simple antidote, Qiao lingran cleans the wound gently.
Fortunately, she went out here and took two bedding.
The big bed is big enough.
Qiao Yanran lies on the left side of the big bed, and Mo Ling is placed on the right side by him.
She took down the night pearl hanging in the cave, put it in the storage ring, and fell into darkness all around.
Qiao Yan Ran closed her eyes and had a rest. When she was sleepy, there were more people in her arms.
She felt the position of Mo Ling's pillow on her chest, opened her eyes, reached out and pushed the person away, "lie back to your position."
Mo Ling put her head against her hand.
He gently rubbed the palm, a pair of narrow Phoenix eyes wet, with a little tears, whispered: "why Why not me? "
Usually in the Mo Ling, Mou GUANG all sharp very, this is the first time to reveal this kind of fragile expression.
Qiao Yanran:
She just took a look at Mo Ling.
"Are you awake?"
Qiao Yanran was quite surprised. Originally, she thought that Mo Ling was poisoned this time, and she had to sleep for at least one day. She didn't expect to wake up so soon.
It is estimated that an hour has not passed?
Sure enough, the resilience is amazing.
Mo Ling didn't answer her, just murmured, "why, why don't you want me? Would you like it? "
He raised his chin, with a little flattery on his face, and his tone was delicate, very like a coquettish child.
Qiao Yanran
Well
Forget it.
She's about to take it.
"I want you, I want you, darling, go to bed." Qiao Yan Ran sleepy even eyes can't open, voice also took some perfunctory.
Mo Ling is very satisfied to hear this.
He buried in Qiao Yanran's arms, rubbed rubbed, gently called out, "Niang, you are so good."
Qiao Yanran
She is called Lei by this outside Jiao Li Nen, forehead blue veins jump.
Stop it.
Qiao Yanran, at this time, can be regarded as a aftertaste. Mo Ling's behavior is still deeply affected by the poison gas.
She's a mother.
Qiao Yan Ran stretched out her hand to push the person away, "go back to your side to sleep."
"No."
Mo Ling shook her head like a rattle. She held her arm and gently shook it. Her lips pouted. "No, I want to sleep with my mother."
Qiao Yanran
She looked at the black plume sticking to her like brown candy, and was deeply lost in thought.