Three days passed in a flash.

Mu poured affection on the side, waiting sleeplessly.

And Situ Moran in the bathtub is also gradually improving, not as weak and pale as he was at the beginning.

Mu poured out a soft and clean Jinpa, gently and slowly wiping the warm mist on his face, the white skin was so bright and moving, as if shining with brilliance.

These days of contact, Mu Qingqing can be described as very enjoyable, it is rare for the two of them to be so simple, and the quiet relationship also makes her feel a little happy and sweet.

I'm afraid that the current Yu Wang Ye is unimaginable to anyone!

The legendary him, cold and arrogant, cruel, uncertain, bloodthirsty and fierce, has a deep cleanliness habit, especially women can't touch half of it, and now this delicate man like a baby in the bathtub, is really the same person as the original rumor?

There was a smile on Mu Qingqing's cold and plain little face, as delicate and moving as a cherry blossom in March, and he looked at the man in the bucket a little stupidly, and the pain from time to time would make his good-looking eyebrows frown slightly, stretching slowly.

She gently raised her jade hand and touched Situ Moran's fair and handsome face, even if he was so seriously injured, he still had the air of a noble king, which made people fearful.

Mu poured in line with the mentality of being cheap and not taking advantage of the bastard, and took a few more strokes of homeopathic multi-card oil, anyway, it's just the two of them here, she doesn't say who knows!

After many days of hard work, she was a little tired, and her delicate jade hand gently tapped her sour shoulder, and turned around to go back to the bed to rest for a while.

These days, she basically served Situ Moran day and night, and the water temperature could not be too low, otherwise his body would not be adaptable, so he basically never slept peacefully.

Suddenly, Mu Qingqing, who had just arrived at the edge of the bed, heard a muffled sound, and she subconsciously turned around instantly, only to see that the person who was sitting upright in the bathtub was gone, and she could only see a little mist.

"Situ Moran?" Mu Qianqing hurriedly rushed towards the bath tub.

At this time, Situ Moran's head was deeply rooted in the bath tub.

Mu pulled him with all his might, but he was unusually heavy at this time, and he couldn't shake half of it.

And what's even more shocking is that there are no bubbles at all under the water, as if he has already suffocated.

Mu was very worried, and suddenly pulled upwards with difficulty, and his little face turned red.

And at this moment, a powerful big hand grabbed Mu Qianqing's slender arm, and with a little force, he dragged the unprepared Mu Qianqing into the bathtub and crashed into a warm and generous embrace.

The mist fills the surroundings, the clouds and mist are shrouded, the light yarn floats on the side, and a pair of lingering and delicate lips are close to each other.

Mu poured his eyes wide in surprise and looked at another pair of deep and dark starry eyes close at hand, and the starry eyes flashed with a demonic light.

He just woke up, but he happened to meet a little girl eating tofu, so of course he was happy to see it, but now he is ready to charge some interest.

His girl is as seductive and charming as a goblin, and every time he can't stop and linger.

He was greedy, sucking her soft lips strongly, domineering and flexible like she was sending the sweetness that only belonged to him.

The fireworks of passion echoed between the lips of the two, he kissed her like a treasure, as if the world was just the two of them, the fair-skinned and slender big hands were frivolous, and she opened her ** coat, revealing a bright red belly pocket, and the exposed fragrant shoulders seemed to complement each other with the belly pocket, dyed with shy pink, and the big hand affectionately caressed her white and silky skin like white jade.

She couldn't tell the situation, she was paralyzed in his arms like she couldn't resist, her pink lips were sucked by the pink seductive, and her delicate face had already been covered with bright shyness, wanting to refuse and welcome, a little confused and sinking.

Suddenly, a trace of reason in Mu Qingqing's mind pulled her back to reality.

Situ Moran... He's awake!

Mu Qianqing realized at this time that he seemed to have been tricked by a certain hungry wolf.

It's too much!

In vain she waited for so many days without sleep, and her kindness was not reciprocated, and she bullied her as soon as she woke up.

Mu suddenly pushed Situ Moran away with emotion, and got up angrily and was about to step out of the bathtub.

"Girl. Situ Moran's strong big hand took the little girl back into his arms, no matter how much she broke free, she couldn't break free, so she hugged her tightly in her arms, her perfect jaw rested on her weak shoulder, and she sucked in the fragrance that only belonged to her.

There was a hint of hoarseness in his voice, like a heavenly sound, with a slight hint of helplessness and self-deprecation in his infinite charm: "You are so impatient to escape from this king?"

Mu poured out his movements and struggled slightly, not struggling and not responding.

"Girl, no matter how others dissuade this king at that time, I firmly believed that the girl would not drive the crane fairy, but when I returned to the camp and couldn't find you, this king was really a little panicked. Situ Moran's deep and beautiful voice came to his ears, and a touch of worry and palpitations were mixed in it.

Mu poured out a clear eye, and a different color quickly flashed, and his face was still cold and indifferent and did not respond.

I don't know who's bullying whom! Now it's like she's bullying him.

Situ Moran hugged the beauty in his arms tighter, and said in a charming and low voice, as if coquettish, and a little self-defeating: "This king thought that he would never see the girl again, and he didn't know how many fights with the Lord of Yama before letting him go, and finally came back, the girl still hated me, so the king might as well not come, so as to save the girl from being upset." ”

His tone was lost, as if he had been bullied by Mu Tingqing.

Mu poured a beautiful arc on his delicate and cold face, but there was a slight mist in his clear and agile eyes.

Who can believe that the person holding her is the world-watching, ferocious, and moody Yu Wangye!

This coquettish thing must not be like the famous Yu Wangye, right? What about the cold and bloodthirsty people who say good? What about the terrifying thing that says it is good? How can it not be half like this cute and cute guy who is so handsome that he is miserable.

If you see this, will it scare many people to death?

What if his fierce guards relied on her to make them look like a god?

But that damn sentence thought that she would never be seen again, and it hurt the deepest part of her heart, making her painful eyes sour, and remembering her previous grievances and his tricks, so that the love of this control zhì was revealed without hesitation.

One drop, two drops, three drops, and the sound of tears falling gently indicted her past grievances and worries.

It's just that she is so stubborn, and in the last life, she was often bloody and bloody, and in the rain of bullets, she has long been accustomed to burying her vulnerable side deep in the night.

She stabilized her feelings as quickly as possible, her expression regained her previous cold and insipid, and slowly widened the distance between the two

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