Mo Siyu's mind went blank, as if there was the sound of fireworks rising into the air and exploding, she was so stunned that she even forgot to move.

The young man had a unique scent of herbs and mint, and his lips were hot as they fell on her cold lips.

Breathing like hot volcanic air, sprayed on her face, too close, his hot palm fell on her cheek.

Mo Siyu was held in his arms, and he could even hear his heart beating like a drumbeat. His body was tense due to panic, and his palms were trembling slightly.

Before she had time to push him away, Chu Chuyan had already let go of her, with a hint of panic in his compulsively calm expression.

Mo Siyu touched the corner of his lips: "I don't have mint juice on my lips."

Chu Chuyan: "..."

I just want to kiss you.

Chu Chuyan touched his eyes which were bound with cotton cloth: "I, I probably saw it wrong."

Mo Siyu: "Aren't your eyes blindfolded?"

Chu Chuyan became more and more embarrassed: "My imagination was wrong."

Mo Siyu: "You kissed me, did you feel better?"

Chu Chuyan: "..., much better."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Siyu leaned over and pressed the cherry blossom-colored lips to his dry and chapped lips, and the tip of his tongue swept over his lips, tracing the curvature of his thin lips: "What should I do, first-timer?" Yan, I still have a lot of mint juice in my mouth, it's so bitter."

Chu Chuyan froze for a moment, as if inspired, the young man stroked the back of her head with his palm, and wrapped his other hand around her body, attacking the city with his long tongue, as if wanting to vent all his longing …

The long body was crossed, and the long tail was swinging boredly, leveling the surrounding waist-high grass.

From the bright sun at noon to the setting sun, the two of them were sticky together, making love to each other, inseparable, whispering sweet words, as if there was no one else around.

The sun was setting and evening was approaching. Mo Siyu broke off a branch, lit a torch, and supported Chu Chuyan to stand up: "Let's rest in the daytime and go on the road at night, so that your body can bear it a little bit." .”

Chu Chuyan carried a pannier on his back, twisted his long sword, held Mo Siyu with the other hand, and nodded: "Okay."

At the end, he said: "If I think about it later, this is probably the most memorable place in my life."

Mo Siyu: "Shouldn't it be the wedding ceremony in the future?"

Chu Chuyan: "..., that's right!"

Mo'er was always able to speak unexpectedly, which left him speechless.

Since the two had such intimacy, it seemed that they were never troubled by fire poison again.

The two of them traveled by moonlight at night, and when the sky was getting dark, they found a shady place to rest, and when Chu Chuyan felt the heat was unbearable, Mo Siyu leaned over and kissed him, promising to drink more. A bowl of cold water is much more effective.

Chu Chuyan quickly calmed down, like a good baby coaxed by candy.

Like a normal night, it soon reached the border of the forbidden area.

Afraid of alarming the nearby night watchmen, Mo Siyu turned his head and patted Long's head, saying goodbye to it, flicked his long tail, turned his head, and quickly disappeared into the grass.

Mo Siyu led Chu Chuyan by the hand and walked out quickly.

She was even prepared to be discovered by the guards of the priest's mansion, but unexpectedly, as soon as she went out, she met Mo Chengyue who was already waiting outside.

Mo Chengyue was wearing night clothes, with only one pair of eyes exposed, but the moment she saw Chu Chuyan and Mo Siyu under the cool moonlight, her jaw almost dropped from shock.