"What about me?" Mo Siyu became playful, Chu Chuyan took a small step back, she took a small step forward, Chu Chuyan took a big step back, and she also took a big step forward... ...

Anyway, no matter how much he retreats, she will advance forward shamelessly, she must stick in front of him, and stare into his dodging eyes without blinking.

Chu Chuyan had nowhere to hide.

Mo Siyu said quietly: "Brother Yan, do you dislike my indiscretion?"

Chu Chuyan felt that the fist hanging by his side was full of sweat, and quickly denied it: "No, that's not what I meant..."

Mo Siyu moved closer again, his red lips moved close to Chu Chuyan's ear, his warm breath was on his blushing neck, and he said softly, "If that's not what it means, then what does it mean?" I just gave Brother Yan the antidote mouth to mouth, and Brother Yan turned his face and refused to recognize anyone.

Brother Yan, don't you know that I am born without respect for etiquette, justice, integrity and shame? In this regard, I can't compare to you, Brother Yan..."

How could Chu Chuyan be her opponent for Mo Siyu's eloquent teeth and verbal arguing, not to mention, he has already been teased by the person in her arms...

Chu Chuyan took a deep breath, supported Mo Siyu's shoulder with his sweaty palm, and pushed her away slightly: "Mo'er, it's my fault, I didn't mean it, but I just care about you That's all."

"Care about me?"

"Um."

"You just care about me, so you're not afraid that I'll be a widow for the rest of my life?" Mo Siyu pouted, "Idiot!"

Chu Chu said that Monk Zhang Er couldn't figure it out, when he heard the word widow, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, "What does Mo'er mean by that?"

Could it be that Mo'er really had a marriage in Jincheng following the orders of his parents and the words of the matchmaker?

Or is it that the person she was supposed to be married to has died early?

Mo Siyu's eyes were bold and straightforward: "Literally, do you really want me to be a widow for the rest of my life?"

Chu Chuyan said nonchalantly: "In today's world, although women's chastity is still valued, if you want to remarry, it is not impossible. What's more, we have always been passionate and polite, and we have not crossed the threshold. Since The lord who proposed marriage with Mo Er died early, so it is not impossible for Mo Er to remarry..."

Mo Siyu was almost pissed off by his specious remarks, "That gentleman is not dead yet."

"Then...how did you reach the point of being a widow?" Although Chu Chuyan asked this, he felt sad in his heart. If he hadn't been poisoned, he could live a long life and live well, even if he was to rob her, he would rob her Come here, unfortunately, he will die soon.

The high priest is perverse, vicious, and unreasonable. As long as the priest's wife does not come back to life, he doesn't know what methods he will use to coerce them.

Once Mo'er sneaked into the high priest's bedroom because of Bing Po and was captured, there might be nothing but death.

He didn't want her to fall to such a point for himself.

There are only a few pills left, and the mint ice chips from the priest's mansion are not a constant tribute, so it cannot sustain his life for a long time at all.

His life is not long!

Mo Siyu didn't bother to tease him anymore, so he straightened his face and pretended to be serious: "Let me ask you, I gave you medicine just now, but the housekeeper saw us in that posture?"

Speaking of just now, Chu looked away shyly, "Human life is at stake, you are in a hurry."