"Really?" Mo Hanqing lowered his eyes slightly, looked at Ye Qiqi condescendingly, and asked in a low voice: "What will happen if you are angry?"
"I... I..." Ye Qiqi looked at him angrily, and after a long while, she finally managed to say: "If I'm angry, I will bite you!"
"oh."
Mo Hanqing's eyes flashed with unknown meaning, and the corners of his thin lips suddenly curved up in a slight arc: "Where to bite me? My mouth??"
"you… "
Ye Qiqi was startled. She didn't expect that he would say it so bluntly. She didn't know how to answer for a moment.
"If my wife wants to bite me so much, then I will reluctantly let you bite me." Mo Hanqing smiled slightly, and before Ye Qiqi could react, she lowered her head, her thin lips accurately covering the on her rosy little mouth.
"Uh... uh..."
Ye Qiqi felt a soft and warm touch lingering on her lips. The next second, he pried open her lips and teeth and inserted his smooth tongue into her mouth.
"Well... um..."
After all, Ye Qiqi couldn't resist his gentle and passionate kiss. She only struggled a little and then completely succumbed.
Outside the tent, Mo Xiuzhu pricked up his ears and listened to the sound of erotic kissing coming from inside. His cheeks, which were only red at first, suddenly turned red to the root of his neck.
Damn...
No...
Is this how it starts
He hasn't gone in to get his quilt back yet! !
Mo Xiuzhu stood outside the tent and wandered around for a few times, a little tangled, and had no choice but to turn around and go back.
Back in his tent, Murong Hongyu had not slept yet.
He watched Mo Xiuzhu come back with a red face, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked in a low voice: "You didn't want the quilt back??"
"Yeah." Mo Xiuzhu nodded helplessly.
"Did you get beaten by Han Qing?" Murong Hongyu looked Mo Xiuzhu up and down and saw that his clothes were intact, not wrinkled at all, and he didn't look like he had been beaten.
"No..." Mo Xiuzhu let out a long sigh, walked to Murong Hongyu, sat down, and said in a low voice: "I didn't even enter their tent."
"Why?" Murong Hongyu looked at him with some confusion and asked, "You don't want your own quilt again??"
"No." Mo Xiuzhu looked around, then suddenly lowered his voice, moved closer to Murong Hongyu, and said mysteriously: "The candles in their tents have been extinguished..."
"Huh? Already asleep?"
"Well... it's not just sleeping." As soon as Mo Xiuzhu mentioned this topic, he suddenly showed a weird and gossipy smile: "Guess what I heard outside their tent?"
“…”
Murong Hongyu turned his head and looked at the malicious smile on Mo Xiuzhu's face. He was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't want to hear it."
His words made Mo Xiuzhu, who had been holding back a lot of words to say, suddenly get stuck.
The words that were about to reach my throat were stuck there, making me feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Hey, why don't you want to hear it? This is breaking news. Let me tell you... I..."
However, as soon as Mo Xiuzhu finished speaking, he saw Murong Hongyu's slender fingers tapping his chest twice quickly. The next second, his mouth opened wide and he could not utter a single word.