Will you die if you don't mention the obscene clothes!
Ye Qingluo blushed with embarrassment.
This man washed her clothes without any explanation.
It's fine to wash the courtyard clothes, but the woman's personal belongings... He actually washed them too!
She hasn't settled with him yet, how dare he keep blocking her with this matter
Ye Qingluo punched God Mo Xuan's chest with his fists, gritted his teeth tightly, and let out a gritted teeth gritted his teeth.
"If you can't pronounce the name, then call your husband? Your husband?" Di Moxuan accurately grasped Ye Qingluo's fist and put it on his chest, his concubine-colored thin lips raised a teasing arc.
Depend on…
Just don't be too shameless!
The corners of Ye Qingluo's eyes twitched. Hearing Liu Xiaoyu's call from outside the door, she gritted her teeth and said two words: "Ah! Xuan!"
How do you feel, every time you call his name, you are forced
These two words just overflowed from Ye Qingluo's pink lips.
Her body, tightly wrapped in her hot arms, lightened suddenly.
In front of his eyes, there was no longer the figure of Di Moxuan.
She chased forward a few steps, walked to the half-open window, and looked out.
There are only a few female students passing by sparsely outside the window.
He didn't see the slender and tall figure of Di Moxuan.
Ye Qingluo withdrew her gaze, put her hands on the window sill, and lowered her eyes in a daze.
The plain white hand slowly pressed on the heart.
Heart, thumping, the beating frequency did not slow down at all because of Di Moxuan's departure.
What remained in the air was Di Mo's mysterious and elegant sandalwood scent.
What remained on his body was the scorching temperature of Di Moxuan.
Staring at her palms, she could vaguely feel the touch of Di Moxuan holding her little hand, Ye Qingluo couldn't help laughing.
From a long time ago, she was instilled in the concept of not being emotional with anyone.
Her existence is to carry forward the hidden family of the Ye family and strive to contribute to the country.
She has no right to talk about love.
I never thought that there would be such a day that I would be like a little girl, suddenly lost because of a man's departure.
"Qing Luo! Qing Luo, are you asleep?" Liu Xiaoyu called outside the door.
Ye Qingluo suddenly came back to her senses, and clenched her slender fingers tightly: "I am here."
She straightened her clothes, walked over quickly, and opened the door.
Liu Xiaoyu stood at the door, and seeing Ye Qingluo come out, she breathed a sigh of relief: "Student Mo told me just now that you made an appointment to meet at Youshi, and it will be Youshi soon."
Mo Yueying
Ye Qing raised her brows slightly, and looked at the door of Mo Yueying's room.
That door is still closed.
"Student Mo has left first." Liu Xiaoyu patted Ye Qingluo on the shoulder, "Today's meal will be skipped, and I will invite you next time."
As for Mo Yueying's identity, everyone in the college knew that she was a student of the Demon Class.
Otherwise, Shangguan Liuli, who was a new student back then, wouldn't have put on a face when she saw Mo Yueying, and even made a fuss about Mo Yueying.
Liu Xiaoyu felt that now Ye Qingluo had joined the Devil's class, and she and Mo Yueying were classmates.
Mo Yueying's meeting with Ye Qingluo must be for the sake of the Demon Squad.
Ye Qingluo remembered what Qiao Jin had said, that all the students in Youshimo's class had to go to the training ground to report.
Ye Qingluo nodded, and walked straight to the direction of the Demon Squad.
As far as Ye Qingluo is concerned, she is now a member of the Devil's Squad, and she tries not to be absent from group activities as much as possible, so she will not be absent.
Arriving at the Demon Class, he approached the bleak outer courtyard with ease.
Just when he was standing at the second courtyard door, Ye Qing paused, and smelled a scent of medicinal herbs in his breath.
Changed medicine again