However, Mu Wanqing is haunted by sleepers.
It's late at night. The moonlight, like a hazy mist made of silver yarn, is diffused among the willows. Through the window edges, it is slightly immersed and spread on the soft bed.
The girl was tired and gradually fell asleep.
Smelling the familiar fragrance of mint in the quilt, Mu Wanqing fell asleep soundly, as if he had forgotten to wait for someone
"Click -"
the door of the bedroom was suddenly pushed open.
The night imperial Chen light wrinkly eyebrow tip, is doubting oneself bedroom why the light is bright, then see quilt tiny drum up.
"Leaning?" He whispered.
He raised his hand to turn off the light.
The night imperial Chen lightly walks to the bedside, droops the MOU to see late Qing unexpectedly true nest on his bed, not from light hook lip petal.
Long fingers, unbutton the shirt.
With a very clear slight sound, he pulled the belt away, changed his robe and went to bed carefully.
"Well..."
Mu Wanqing noticed that the bed on her side seemed to collapse. She whimpered and then turned over to entangle the man.
Lotus arm on his chest, legs also up, hook the man's robe, three under five divided by two to drill in, rubbing his long legs.
"Lean, be honest and go to sleep."
Night Yu Chen Mou color a sink, he low voice warning.
But mu Wan fell asleep, didn't hear what the man said, instead, he arched him intimately.
Yeyuchen: "yes."
He looked at the person beside him with bright eyes, and saw that she was asleep. After all, he sighed deeply.
Just go to sleep.
With a long arm, he encircles Mu Wanqing into his arms, hugs her intimately, and gradually goes to sleep.
……
The next day.
When Mu Wan woke up, there was no one beside the bed.
She opened her eyes vaguely and rubbed her sleepy eyes. She noticed that the surroundings were strange.
"Little angel, wake up! The sun is shining on my ass! "
Mu Wanqing suddenly remembers that he is in the bedroom of yeyuchen.
She was waiting for him last night. She fell asleep accidentally. "Little angel, what happened last night?"
Little angel: --
He hated the iron and said, "you sleep like a dead pig. What do you think can happen?"
"You are the dead pig." Mu Wanqing dislikes incomparably, "no matter whether I am a pig or not, at least I am a living."
Which is like a little angel, now there is no energy, will say a few words to make trouble, with the dead pig is no different.
Little angel: --
It is totally irrefutable.
"So nothing really happened last night?" Mu Wanqing asks the little angel again.
"You didn't want me to make trouble, so I pretended to be dead. I didn't see or hear anything." The little angel answered.
Mu Wanqing
Well, it doesn't matter if it's true.
Anyway, this broken power space is just a little spicy chicken. It's not as magical as in the cultivation novels, so it can help her pretend to be forced to beat her face occasionally.
The point is that she doesn't like to pretend.
"Stay where you're cool." Mu late tilted to wave a hand, matchless dislike.
The little angel said that he wanted to cry without tears.
At this time, Mu Wanqing's mobile phone rings suddenly. To be exact, it's Qingchen's mobile phone.
"Lord goddess." It's Deng Yue.
"What's the matter?" Mu Wan sat cross legged on the bed and asked casually, "my friend's music accompaniment is ready. Come to me for credit?"
The girl's voice is charming and lazy. It's not as casual and unrestrained as the one who just quarreled with the little angel. Instead, it adds a little feminine flavor. With her voice alone, she can circle countless fans.
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