However, Di Moxuan's hand became more honest.
"Xiao Luoer..."
After a long time, the man let her go slowly.
He murmured Ye Qingluo's name, and rested his head on her neck, Sang Xin was hoarse, revealing infinite affection: "I miss you, I miss you so much."
The man's undisguised emotion made Ye Qingluo lose his temper at all, complaining that he kissed her so hard that she couldn't breathe when she just woke up.
She snorted angrily, showing her coquettishness.
Slowly raised her limp hands and wrapped them around his strong waist: "I miss you too..."
The man tightened his arms around her delicate body.
His face rubbed against her neck, and his warm breath awakened Ye Qingluo's sensitivity bit by bit.
Hug for a moment.
In Di Moxuan's arms, Ye Qingluo was particularly at ease.
The body also gradually relaxed.
"Have you finished dealing with the matters in the upper three realms? You... probably won't leave, right?" She nestled in his arms, her voice soft and coquettish, "You heartless stinky man, you will be ten thousand if you throw me away. It’s been half a month, and I’ve been separated by a big plane, and I can’t get in touch with you even if I miss you.”
The hard body of the man who was carrying her froze suddenly.
Ye Qingluo felt it keenly.
She bit her lower lip and put her hands on his chest.
Push slightly.
The man's head was off her shoulder.
Ye Qingluo raised her eyes, staring at him for a moment: "You still want to go?"
Di Moxuan wrapped a strand of black hair around her fingertips, lowered his head, and kissed her hair: "I'm sorry."
Indirect default...
He will leave again.
It's not hard to say, it's definitely fake.
But, seeing the tiredness between Di Moxuan's brows and eyes, that face full of longing and tenderness...
No matter how unhappy Ye Qingluo was.
They couldn't raise their anger either.
She misses Emperor Moxuan.
Why did Di Moxuan miss her
She believed that if possible, Di Moxuan would definitely want to stick to her every minute and become a conjoined twin.
But…
he can not.
He is not just the Emperor of Nirvana.
There is another layer, a more noble identity.
Long ago, she used to hear it mentioned...
A person, with great ability, has great responsibility.
Although, as far as Emperor Moxuan was concerned.
What other people do has nothing to do with him.
But... His strength, his identity, will not allow him to let his willfulness go.
Even if it has nothing to do with him.
Also have to intervene.
Look at the tiredness between his brows and eyes.
Look at the blackness under his eyes.
It was clearly for his "responsibility" and to meet her as soon as possible.
That's why he worked so hard.
Why is she...willing to blame Emperor Mo Xuan
She was feeling sorry for Di Moxuan.
But... in the eyes of Di Moxuan...
That's... Xiao Luo'er must be blaming him for not saying anything for a long time!
"Xiao Luo'er... don't keep talking, hit me if you're unhappy... I'll let you hit me, don't ignore me." Di Moxuan grabbed Ye Qingluo's little hand and waved it in his face.
Emperor Moxuan who has never coaxed a woman.
Liao Yeqingluo can flirt with Di Moxuan who can take off in minutes.
At this time, he was like a child who did something wrong, coaxing Ye Qingluo in such a naive way.
She is really angry in her heart.
At this time, they will all be teased and disappear.
"Okay! Stop making trouble!"
Ye Qingluo withdrew her hand vigorously, not willing to hit him: "Who told me to choose such an excellent man, what else can I do? I want to be pampered even on my knees!"
What Ye Qingluo said made Di Moxuan a little stunned.
Listen to this, why is it so strange
but…
In my heart, it is sweet.
He tightened his arms, clasped Ye Qingluo's slender waist, raised her lips with one hand, and wanted to kiss her again...