After Emperor Moxuan fell.
Ye Qingluo's hand pressed against his chest.
She leaned down, smiled irritably and proudly: "It's like...you are my man, how I want to sleep with you is my business."
The girl's words, like a feather, tickled Di Moxuan's heart.
His eyes were filled with joy.
Looking at Ye Qingluo's gaze, it was more tender and tender.
He is laughing.
The elegance of the smile is peerless.
Ye Qingluo felt that she was about to be drowned in the man's doting eyes.
She quickly retracted her gaze and adjusted her mood.
This man is hers.
She can sleep however and whenever she wants!
He belongs to her!
So, don't indulge in his beauty!
Anyway, it's all hers!
Ye Qing fell in his heart and brainwashed himself.
It was inevitable that I couldn't hold it back, so I threw Emperor Moxuan directly.
She directly reached out to pull Di Moxuan's belt.
The man's generous palm quickly grabbed her hand.
Ye Qingluo raised her head and looked at him.
Di Moxuan's eyes were very dark, holding her palm, exuding scorching heat: "I'm surprised that Xiao Luo'er is so proactive."
"There are more active ones behind, let go, lie down and enjoy obediently." Ye Qingluo shook his hand, motioning for him to let go.
The man didn't let go.
Ye Qingluo simply took the other hand and tugged at the man's belt.
A trace of helplessness flashed in Di Moxuan's eyes, and that gaze mixed with doting fixedly looked at the girl for a few breaths.
Finally, he let go of the hand that held her.
Let the young girl use two prongs to attack him.
Men's robes may seem simple, but they are actually very complicated.
There are a lot of buckles included.
The girl pawed and pulled, a little impatient, and simply forcibly ripped off the man's collar.
With this pull, the clasp immediately fell off.
The man's large skin and smooth muscle lines were magnified in Ye Qingluo's pupils.
However, it wasn't the man's strong and attractive body that attracted Ye Qingluo's attention.
But on the shoulders of men...
It was black and blue.
It was a trace of five finger prints.
It seemed to be embedded in his flesh.
Ye Qingluo's pupils shrank, and he moved closer to him.
The soft fingers lifted up and landed on the black and blue palm print.
She opened her mouth, her throat a little astringent: "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt." Di Moxuan smiled and shook his head, raised his hand, grabbed her fingers, and covered her small hands in his generous palm.
He took her hand, put it to his lips, and pressed it lightly: "This injury is not a problem, what I look forward to more is... your initiative to atone."
Ye Qingluo's eyelashes trembled, but his eyes were still fixed on the blue and black fingerprints on his shoulder.
There is a shy expression on the face that is different from the past.
But a faint worry.
Di Moxuan was about to speak.
The little hand held in his palm was suddenly withdrawn.
Then, I saw the girl jump off the bed and rush to the outer hall.
"Xiao Luo'er?" Di Mo Xuan just wanted to get up.
The girl's figure hurried over again.
In her hand, she held a lot of medicine bottles.
She put the medicine bottle beside Di Moxuan, and then pressed him on the bed.
"Xiao Luo'er..." Di Moxuan glanced at the medicines and Ye Qingluo's preparations, and he knew her plan.
Ye Qingluo raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Don't you want my initiative to atone? Then lie down."
"The atonement I want...you know." Di Moxuan didn't hold down the girl's hand, and looked at her with burning black eyes.