Su Qingtian struggled to kick her legs, but her strength was not as strong as his, and she couldn't struggle, "Young Master, don't be ...... like this"

Mo Beiyan didn't hear it, he hung her calves on the edge of the bed, pressed them with his knees, and leaned over to pull her cheongsam.

Su Qingtian was about to cry, suddenly, footsteps sounded outside, followed by a knock on the door, "Second young grandmother?"

Mo Beiyan paused.

"Second young grandmother, are you okay?" The maid who lived in the ground floor room heard the screams and hurriedly asked.

Mo Beiyan's posture did not change, his hands were still holding her shoulders, his eyes were foggy, as if he was half-drunk and unconscious.

He had no intention of backing away.

Su Qingtian also knew that if the maids came in at this time, they would be dead, and besides, the most important thing was that Mo Nanjue was still in the fitting room......

She tried to keep her voice down, "I...... It's okay, it's just that I'm a little frightened in my dream, just drink some water. ”

The maid was suspicious, "Second young grandmother, why don't we go in and wipe your body for you?"

"No, you all go and rest, I'll just be alone. ”

"Then you rest early. ”

The maid retreated with confidence.

Su Qingtian breathed a heavy sigh of relief, but before she could swallow it, she was lifted up again, Mo Beiyan was tired from standing, so she simply pressed down and supported her hands on her side, "You're afraid that I will be discovered, right?"

Su Qingtian didn't deny it, nor did she admit it, she held back her crying, "Young Master, I know you're not drunk, get up quickly, you can afford to play such a game, I can't afford to play, I will be beaten to death if I am discovered......"

"No," Mo Beiyan reached out to cover her mouth, he leaned into her ear, and his burgundy broken hair was uninhibited, "I won't let people beat you to death, Qingtian, you believe me." ”

In the fitting room, the corners of Mo Nanjue's mouth hooked up a sneer, and the smile crossed the corners of his mouth, like a sharp knife on the ice, sharp and piercing.

"I don't believe you, you let go of me......" Su Qingtian shook her head vigorously, and when tears rolled out, they dripped on the back of Mo Beiyan's hand, "I beg you, eldest young master, you let me go, I am your brother's wife, you really can't ...... like this"

She said and subconsciously swept towards the door of the fitting room, Su Qingtian thought, Mo Nanjue would come out to save her, right?

"Brother?" Mo Beiyan snorted coldly, the softness in his eyes did not stop for a second, he reached out and grabbed her neck, "Yes, you are right, just because you are my brother's wife, I am determined to you today!

When the words fell, Mo Beiyan reached out and grabbed her shoulder, and before Su Qingtian could react, the cheongsam on her shoulder had been torn apart, revealing her fair skin.

Mo Beiyan's hand was extremely strong, rubbing it was bruised, Su Qingtian was in pain but didn't dare to scream, she gritted her teeth, and finally it all turned into a muffled snort, "Hmm......"

This sound was clearly a cry of pain, but it was still coquettish, Mo Beiyan heard it numb, he lowered his head, and the crazy kiss couldn't stop falling towards her collarbone.

Dip your hand down.

"Don't, you go away, you can't ......" Su Qingtian's eyes widened, she couldn't break free, she looked at the closed fitting room door, and despair gradually overflowed in her eyes.

He didn't come out.

Monan Jue could definitely hear it inside, but he didn't come out.