It's not the first time I've heard him say he misses her.
But every time, her heart would suddenly speed up, and her cheeks would become red.
This man... He can always touch her heart in the simplest way.
The anger in my heart because of those childish things that Emperor Moxuan did in the school has long since disappeared.
But in his mouth, he still couldn't help complaining, and raised his fist to hit him on the chest: "I think I'm still bullying me, just now in the school, it's quite exciting to show off my master's stinky virtues!"
But when the fist was about to hit him, Ye Qingluo stopped.
She spread her five fingers and directly tore off Emperor Moxuan's robe: "How is your injury?"
The master's robe was relatively loose, and with just a few tugs, a large expanse of fair skin was revealed.
The place where it was injured before has also healed, and there are no scars at all.
Just as Ye Qingluo breathed a sigh of relief, before he could speak, his wrist was suddenly tightly grasped by Di Moxuan's big palm.
She shook her hand, unable to break free.
He raised his eyes to look at Emperor Moxuan, but met a pair of eyes that seemed to be flickering like fire.
His eyes are breathing fire.
The flames wrapped around her, as if to burn everything about her.
That handsome face was like a god's face, deep and elegant, with an extremely dignified expression.
Ye Qingluo was stunned by the fire in his eyes, and seeing his serious eyes, his body gradually stiffened.
"Xiao Luoer..."
He spoke, his voice low.
Immediately, he lowered his eyes, stared at his half-open robe, and then raised his eyes to look at her.
Ye Qingluo's face flushed red.
She pursed her pink lips and whispered, "I... I didn't..."
"Is Xiao Luo'er so impatient to tear my clothes forcibly?" Di Moxuan wrapped his five fingers around her slender wrist, and smiled very innocently.
But what he said could make Ye Qingluo blush, speechless to refute.
"Xiao Luo'er, don't you know that this kind of action and behavior is an invitation to a man?" Di Moxuan loved her blushing so much.
The bottom of my heart wanted to tease her more and more.
Seeing her blushing and shy because of her words, my heart was filled with a sense of satisfaction.
"Next time, if you tear my clothes off again, don't blame me for fighting back..."
The words that lingered in his ears like a magic voice made Ye Qingluo's body tremble as if being shocked by an electric shock.
In my mind, I subconsciously filled up the picture of Di Moxuan's counterattack.
Immediately, her cheeks were blush, and she buried her head in Di Moxuan's arms.
It's over!
She, a new human being in the 21st century, was blushing and speechless when she was molested by an ancient man!
Isn't it just driving a "car"!
Her "drag racing" skills are also top-notch!
Although the heart thinks so.
But as soon as he raised his head, when he looked at God Mo Xuan's smiling eyes, the pride that had been brewing with great difficulty was instantly extinguished.
Di Moxuan couldn't help chuckling, his chest trembled and heaved slightly.
Ye Qingluo, who was lying on him, was so shocked that the electric shock feeling became stronger and stronger.
His slender fingers stroked her blue hair: "In the past few days, I have been thinking about you all the time."
His other arm, the arm clasping Ye Qingluo's waist, tightened.
His strength was very strong, as if he wanted to rub her into his flesh and blood.
Ye Qingluo was so strangled that he couldn't breathe, and his breath was full of sandalwood.
She closed her eyes, listening to the strong heartbeat in her ears.
One after another, it hit her eardrum and hit her heart.
Di Moxuan is not a man who likes to talk about love.
He is more inclined to use actions to express his thoughts.
Said I missed her once.
Said it a second time.
That is... I really miss her.