"I didn't sleep all night yesterday, and I received double training early in the morning, so I must be very tired." Di Moxuan turned over and got off the bed, his purple robe fluttering, and a gorgeous afterimage swept away.
There was nothing unnatural about his magnificent face.
It seems that washing clothes for Ye Qingluo is a very normal thing.
After a few quick steps, Di Moxuan had already stopped in front of Ye Qingluo.
The tangy sandalwood almost made Ye Qingluo intoxicated.
"You..." Ye Qingluo's pupils shone brightly, and his heart was beating violently.
Because he was afraid that she would be too tired, he washed her clothes
Has he... ever done something like this before
Does his act of washing clothes for her mean that he already has the answer in his heart
She couldn't finish her words.
Ye Qingluo leaned forward suddenly, and he fell into Di Moxuan's arms.
In the next second, the man's arms wrapped around her waist.
"Xiao Luo'er, I've thought about the question you asked me this morning for a long time..." Di Moxuan's hoarse voice rang in my ears.
Long
Is this also called Jiu
This is related to the future of the two people, or even their entire lives. It is normal to think about it for a few days or even a few months.
Di Moxuan's long arms tightened a bit, and his hot breath almost touched Ye Qingluo's neck.
"After thinking about it, I still follow the original idea in my heart." In love, he doesn't know how to beat around the bush, and doesn't need to beat around the bush.
Prolonging such a question for a long time will only make the other party think more wildly.
"Xiao Luo'er, I don't know what it means to like, what it means to love someone." Di Moxuan squinted his peach-blossom eyes, and his voice was evil and bewitching, and his voice was low and intoxicating.
His five fingers caught Ye Qingluo's little hand, and firmly inserted between her fingers, interlocking his fingers.
Ye Qingluo's heart was beating violently, and his breathing became rapid.
She vaguely felt the meaning of Di Moxuan's words.
She shook her pink lips, her voice was dry and a little nervous: "I... also don't understand such feelings."
Just because he didn't understand, when facing Di Moxuan, his beating heart would speed up reflexively.
Because of not understanding, after getting used to Di Moxuan's hugging, touching, kissing, and even sleeping beside him, the ambiguous feelings accumulated bit by bit.
Ye Qingluo is not a procrastination person.
Even in the face of feelings, the same is true.
In her two lifetimes, she has never experienced this kind of ordeal, and she has spent all of them in the bloody, beating and killing.
But after all, she is a woman.
For this mysterious and unpredictable man who is so powerful that he can destroy the world with a snap of his fingers, there is no doubt that Ye Qingluo is fascinated.
"So, where's your answer?" Ye Qingluo raised his head.
The man's smooth jaw came into view.
There was a hint of hesitation on that handsome face.
Meifeng frowned slightly, extremely worried.
It can be seen that Emperor Moxuan is also nervous.
Aware of this, Ye Qingluo's brows and eyes flowed with a little tenderness.
A pair of charming eyes were stained with a smile, and the lines of the beautiful face became more and more coquettish and soft.
"Di Moxuan, give me your answer." She spoke again, and there was a bit of banter and ridicule in her enchanting eyes.
She stretched out her hand to wrap around God Mo Xuan's neck, and the fingertips of the other hand traced his eyebrows and eyes, tracing his outline.
The corners of Di Moxuan's lips hooked slightly, and his dark pupils reflected Ye Qingluo's face.
She is charming and charming, and she is absolutely gorgeous.
All in the eyes, showing the most beautiful picture.
As if being drawn, Di Moxuan leaned over and kissed those seductive pink lips that rose slightly.