"Lai Xiang is the girl who is most afraid of death. If she dared to do that at the beginning, someone must have ordered him behind. Although we don't know who the person behind him is, we know that everything she did was for Baigu Mo Xuan. Even if she really wants to die, she must only die for Baigu Mo Xuan. Little lady, do you say yes or no?"

Mo Lan said that he was getting closer and closer to Leng Qingyan at last. Almost all the two red lips were pasted on Leng Qingyan's ears. He gently blew a breath. Leng Qingyan's heart beat faster and faster. He was so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

She suddenly regretted coming here. How did you get into this door? Mo LAN is a man who can talk freely! Well, this guy is going to shoot himself again. Think of Mo Lan's rude behavior before, the cold sweat on Leng Qing's forehead couldn't help falling down.

"... your highness," her eyes turned, thinking about how to get rid of Mo LAN. The two people were too close. The quiet and cold Yan could feel the breath from Mo Lan's nostrils. That heavy breath means the idea in Mo Lan's heart.

"Why don't you answer the words of this hall!" Mo Lan's hand hugged Leng Qingyan, his thick arm hugged her thin waist, and his lazy eyes stared at her flustered eyes. His voice was more gentle and charming than ever before.

Leng Qingyan's heart trembled. At this time, she didn't know what to say. She wanted to struggle, but she didn't dare to move. Want to push Mo LAN away, but I know I can't. He felt the hot hands on his waist, and his hands seemed to be moving.

Leng Qingyan has understood his intention. At this time, she felt that if she didn't resist, she would be eaten. But how she should resist the bondage of such a tall man, the question she wants to ask has not been answered. It is also very unwilling to leave her heart like this.

What should I do? Don't wait until tomorrow. Flustered eyes flickered, and a trace of blood came out of her clenched red lips. She pushed Mo LAN away. Just holding the mentality of trying, I didn't expect to really push Mo LAN away.

Mo Lan's body retreated two steps, and the corners of his mouth still shed blood. The part that Leng Qingyan pushed to just now is bleeding. Leng Qingyan realizes that he pushed to his wound. Leng Qing Yan was stunned for a moment. He came back and hurried outside. After running for two steps, she couldn't help looking back at Mo LAN.

Mo Lan's face was very pale. The skirt on his chest was dyed red by bright red blood. His forehead was big and cold sweat came out. It was obvious that he was seriously injured. He's like this. He even came to find Chen Yi! What is more important than your injury.

Leng Qingyan frowned and walked back to a distance of one meter from the door of Mo Lan's room. He stopped and looked at Mo LAN and asked, "how's your injury?"

Mo LAN covered his chest with one hand and held the ground with the other. Black hair was scattered on the ground, and a not very white face was full of cold sweat. His weak voice sounded faintly and said, "is the little lady going to leave me?"

Mo Lan's eyes were filled with sadness and resentment. He looked like a little daughter-in-law abandoned by others. He was pitiful. Leng Qingyan's compassion flooded. He took two steps forward and came to Mo LAN.

"When was the injury?" she asked with concern.

"It's just some minor injuries. There won't be any problem. You don't need to worry." Mo LAN reluctantly squeezed out a smile and said to Leng Qingyan.