"What are you doing!" She was angry and glared.
"Don't move, if you don't want to wake up your son and let him see it." Mo Chuan said with a cold face.
Although he was holding her, his body was stiff, his back was straight, and his arms were unnatural.
Her body was very soft, and her waist was so slender that he could wrap it around her with one hand. A few thin strands of green hair swept across the tip of his nose, itching like a small brush, gently sweeping over his heart.
"If you don't want to become a corpse, you'd better let me go right away." Shen Rumei's voice was colder than his.
She did not struggle, because she knew that this man's force value was very high, and her little strength was like an ant in his eyes.
But she didn't expect that this man who looked colder than an iceberg would suddenly become frivolous towards her.
It seems that all men in the world are the same. They are all dressed in black and red. They are all deceitful and have no good intentions!
"I want to know, is your face real or fake?"
Mo Chuan took a breath, suppressed the strange feeling in his heart, and touched her cheek with his fingers.
Her skin was as delicate as porcelain, smooth and tender, like fine jade. He couldn't help but pinch it again and again, which only made her frown.
Is this man sick
Why do you always pinch her face
"Your face is fake!" She was pinched so painfully by him that she almost shed tears.
Mo Chuan's hand slipped behind her ear again and touched it carefully.
Nothing was found.
He felt disappointed.
She's not wearing a mask, it's a real face.
But he still refused to give up. He held her chin with one hand and made her look at him.
As soon as he touched her dark and clear eyes, his heart skipped a beat.
Like, really like.
Her eyes were almost exactly the same as Ning'er's.
"It's fun to pretend you don't know me? Is it fun?" He whispered, his voice hoarse and filled with sublime emotions.
"I just don't know you, let me go!" Her jaw hurt, but her eyes were sharp, like an angry little beast.
"It's okay, I'll remind you of me!"
Mo Chuan word by word, slowly lowered his head, the tip of his nose almost touched the tip of her nose, and his lips almost touched her lips.
His cool breath intertwined with hers.
Her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
Damn it, if this man dared to kiss her, she would bite off his tongue.
Mo Chuan's eyes fell on her lips, which had become extra red due to anger. There were thin marks on them where she had bitten herself.
He felt a strong desire to kiss her.
But a voice in his heart told him: She is not Ning'er, no!
Taking a deep breath, he prepared to let her go.
But at the same time, he thought of Zhui Feng's words.
Master, if you don’t try, how will you know she is not
Yes, you have to try it to find out!
He wanted to kiss her again.
The voice in my heart sounded again: If she was not Ning'er and you kissed her, would you be worthy of Ning'er
Mo Chuan was startled and raised his head, his face turned completely pale.
He pushed her away with a palm, and at the same time he jumped out of the car and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Master! Master!"
Zhui Feng yelled a few times and then chased after him.
But Mo Chuan's figure was too fast. He only saw a faint shadow, which quickly disappeared.
He had no choice but to stop and stare blankly at the direction Mo Chuan disappeared, scratching his head in confusion.
what happened
Could it be that the master tried it and found that it was not the case
Zhui Feng felt a sense of frustration in his heart.