As if thinking of something, Ning Qianqian suddenly looked up at Mo Li.

"Mo Li, I have a bold guess. “

Hearing this, Mo Li raised her eyebrows.

"What speculation?"

Crawling out of Mo Li's arms, Ning Qianqian crossed her legs on the bed, one hand across her chest, one hand on her arm, her little hand touching her chin, thinking about opening.

"What do you want to do that requires a blacksmith?"

Looking at Ning Qianqian's grinning sitting posture, the corners of Mo Li's mouth hooked, a low smile overflowed from her throat, and she sat opposite her.

"What's that?"

Ning Qianqian listened to his laughter, looked up at his handsome face, and suddenly stretched out two small hands to hold his face.

Feeling the delicate and silky skin under her fingertips, Ning Qianqian couldn't help but sigh, obviously a man, with such good skin, even she couldn't bear to be jealous.

Fingertips rubbed on his face with enjoyment, and Ning Qianqian said everything she thought in her heart.

"What can it be? Blacksmith, blacksmith, of course, is ironsmithing, in other words, blacksmiths are actually making weapons, so I think the Li family may be secretly plotting......"

After a pause, Ning Qianqian looked at Mo Li and said two words slowly in spoken language.

The face was rubbed by the soft and silky little hands, Mo Li squinted her eyes comfortably, enjoying the softness, her long arms suddenly stretched out, and like her, she stretched out her two hands to touch her porcelain white little face, hooking her lips and opening her mouth.

"Just because they captured blacksmiths, did you come to such a conclusion?"

Hearing this, Ning Qianqian shook her head, and a different color flashed in her eyes.

"It's not just because of this ......"

Looking up at the man in front of him, Ning Qianqian touched his cheeks with her little hand and wrapped her arms around his neck instead, her little face pressed against his chest, and she spoke softly.

"Do you remember the last time I was taken away by Lin Xiao and Lin Mingjun?"

The figure paused, Mo Li heard her words, and unexpectedly thought of the scene when she jumped off the cliff, his eyes tightened, he suddenly reached out and hugged her waist tightly, lowered his head and buried it in her neck, and took a deep breath.

Smelling the familiar fragrance on her body, Mo Li's expression gradually relaxed, and she nodded gently.

"Well, Ben Hou remembers. ”

How could he have forgotten?

That incident will always be a wound in his heart, he didn't protect her at that time, so that she fell into the hands of Lin Xiao and Lin Mingjun, she suffered so much, the scene of her falling off the cliff has been deeply imprinted in his heart, even now, whenever he dreams back at midnight, he still dreams of that scene from time to time, and then, he can't help but wake up......

Only by holding her tightly and feeling her presence can he feel at ease, knowing that he is indeed safe and sound now, right by his side.

He had never felt this kind of gain and loss before.

It seems that he is completely planted in the body of the little woman in front of him. However, he was willing to be able to plant it on her.

Being held in Mo Li's arms, with her little face pressed against his tight and slightly hard chest, Ning Qianqian listened to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and felt an unprecedented warmth and security.

She knew that the man in front of her was really good to her, and in this strange world, he was her reliance and the harbor she trusted the most.