"Let's go!"
Mo Shang saw that he had been staring at the man on the ground. Although the man was already dead, he still felt very uncomfortable.
Luo Qifeng withdrew his gaze, stared at his waist thoughtfully, and suddenly laughed.
"Huh?" Mo Shang raised his eyebrows and looked at her in confusion.
"I'm curious, if you pull out the soft sword, the fight is too fierce, aren't you afraid that the pants will fall?" Luo Qifeng thought of Mo Shang's aggressive appearance in a pair of underwear, and the smile on his lips grew even bigger A little bit, "You know, walking a bird is not a good behavior!"
"Walking the bird?" Mo Shang suddenly smiled meaningfully, with a hint of danger.
Before Luo Qifeng realized what he wanted to do, he was pressed against the hood.
Mo Shang's red lips gently pressed against Luo Qifeng's soft lips.
"Want to see it?" His deep and hoarse voice flowed out little by little like old wine, with a seductive aroma that made people unable to help being intoxicated.
Luo Qifeng's small face was stained with a layer of blush, and he put his small hand on Mo Shang's chest and pushed, "What are you looking at, what you have, I have too!"
"Then let me see yours?" Mo Shang laughed softly, and the warm breath came over his face, making the atmosphere even more mellow.
"No... no need!" Luo Qifeng shivered in fright, shrinking back.
But that was just a formal movement, he was already firmly restrained by Mo Shang, so he couldn't move for a while.
"Why don't you use it? This is a question that determines who will attack and who will suffer!" Mo Shang teased that he couldn't refuse.
The whole body was pressed against it, and Mo Shang was instantly stunned by the different structure of men.
"Pervert!" Luo Qifeng reached out and slapped him directly on the face, struggling to get rid of his big palm.
But the great ecstasy made Mo Shang lose his mind, and even this slap couldn't wake him up.
He lowered his head and kissed Luo Qifeng's lips forcefully.
Luo Qifeng resisted and stepped on his legs, but instead, Mo Shang succeeded in clinging on tighter.
His big palm lifted the hem of Luo Qifeng's shirt, and slid it up little by little, until he touched the tightly wrapped strip of cloth, his eyes regained a little bit of clarity.
Mo Shang loosened his grip on Luo Qifeng, his chest heaving violently.
"Didn't I say that you are not allowed to use this kind of thing again in the future?!" His voice was hoarse, and his sex appeal was hopeless.
Luo Qifeng blinked in bewilderment, but his consciousness had not yet recovered, his ignorant appearance made Mo Shang couldn't help but smile.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm the throbbing in his heart, he asked in a deep voice, "Why?"
Luo Qifeng knew that he was asking again why she had to disguise herself as a man for so many years, she shrugged helplessly, sat up and tidied up her clothes, and then she slowly told about her family's affairs.
After hearing this, Mo Shang hugged Luo Qifeng into his arms distressedly, and kissed the hair on the top of her head little by little, the killing intent in his eyes became stronger than ever.
He will not let go of any of the little girls who won't let him go.
***
They didn't stop in that small village, and drove towards the urban area overnight. Fortunately, Uncle Wang woke up halfway, and they sent Han Yichen to the hospital, and they found a hotel nearby to stay.
After staying for a few days, he saw that his young master and Master Mo were getting more and more tired, like a young couple in love, Wang Bochou's hair was turning gray.