For this, the guards guarding outside are no longer surprised.

These two ancestors, if they don't make trouble one day, they will feel strange.

Mo Huang silently recited the word calm in his heart for I don't know how many times before he resisted the urge to strangle her.

Just, let him go, impossible!

Jun Bingwu on the couch didn't move, Mo Huang took off her coat very cheekily, lifted her brocade quilt and lay in, stretched out her long arms, intending to take her into her arms.

Touched by him, Jun Bingwu's body subconsciously tensed, to the point of stiffness.

Mo Huang was aware of this, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

In the next second, Jun Bingwu pushed him away violently, didn't even want the quilt, curled up and hid at the foot of the bed to avoid his touch.

The weather in early spring is still cold, and the warm pavilion is better, but for Jun Bingwu, who has been cold since he was a child and only wears a xie dress, it is still so cold that his teeth are chattering.

But even so, she didn't want to go over tonight to squeeze a quilt with Mo Huang.

Moreover, she proved this determination with practical actions.

Mo Huang clenched his fists, white smoke began to rise above his head, and he had the urge to kick her out of bed, but after a pause, he was reluctant to let her freeze, so he still fished her into his arms with a shy face.

"You let go of me!" She began to struggle, unaware of the consequences of struggling in the arms of a love beast, especially when both of them only had a thin layer of clothing.

Mo Huang gasped, his body stiffened, and Xiao Mo Huang quickly raised his head in high spirits, showing its vigorous vitality.

Jun Bingwu soon found out about this, so she wisely didn't move, but she just shook the back of her head to him unreasonably.

Beauty is in the arms, where does Mohuang have a reason to let go? Besides, she lit the fire, and she should have put it out.

His hands began to roam around her irregularly, lighting fires everywhere.

"The concubine is unwell today, if the palace master needs a woman, let's find someone else to serve, presumably, in this world, there are many women who are willing to serve the palace master."

The indifferent voice floated over, hiding needles in the cotton, prickly sentences, and ridicule.

"Jun Bing Dance!" Another roar that went straight to the sky, Mo Huang grinded his teeth, "What happened to you today?" ”

Look at what she said!

Looking for another woman to serve?

Where did he come from the second woman?

What's more? If he was willing to find another woman, how could he endure the pain of the ruthless Gu and have to hold her?

This damn stupid woman, living impatiently!

"Not much, I just don't want to." It was still a calm and indifferent voice.

Mo Huang was so angry that he smashed his fist into the pillow, and the white smoke above his head tended to turn into black smoke.

"Lone just wants you to serve now, this is your business, madam......" Mo Huang deliberately bit the last two words, turned over, and pressed her under him.

Maybe even he didn't realize that his current behavior was still the cloud-shaking Mo Huang, but like an angry child.

Before he could finish speaking, his hand had begun to unruly burrow into the hem of her dress, and the fiery kiss landed on her delicate collarbone, gnawing hard like a vent.

Losing his senses, he inevitably lost his sense of proportion, and he was a little heavy.

Jun Bingwu was in pain, and he waved his hand to fight.

But before this palm could fall, her wrist was intercepted by Mo Huang.

Mo Huang twisted her wrist and turned her backhand, and Jun Bingwu was drenched in cold sweat.

Fortunately, Mo Huang let go in time, and her wrist was saved.

Between the struggles, most of the clothes on the two of them had faded, and Jun Bingwu's skin was exposed to the air, and his skin was as white as jade, which was beautiful.

The beautiful scenery in front of him stimulated the man's bestiality, and his hand slowly reached into her lower body.

Under his touch, the body reacted honestly, Jun Bingwu bit his lip tightly, and tried his best to hold back those embarrassing voices.

The temperature on the couch kept rising, and there was a beautiful smell in the air.

Mo Huang didn't seem to be satisfied with such a game and wanted to go further.

In Jun Bingwu's mind, a bowl of pitch-black avoidance soup suddenly appeared, and the pungent smell of medicine seemed to permeate her mouth again, making her feel cold.

She gritted her teeth: "Stop! ”

Mo Huang didn't hear her words at all.

"Stop." She repeated, word by word, very seriously, "Mo Huang, don't make me hate you......"

Maybe it was the coldness and hatred in her body that was too intense, stabbing Mo Huang and stabbing his heart, and the movements in his hands stopped suddenly.

When he raised his eyes, he was bumping into her red eyes, and he seemed to suddenly realize what he had done, and quickly let go.

Jun Bingwu was so stiff that he pulled the quilt and wrapped himself tightly, his eyes were a little scary.

Mo Huang didn't dare to make another attempt, his long arms hooked her into his arms, and his tone was so gentle that he seemed to be coaxing a child: "I don't move, it's okay, go to sleep." ”

", I don't want to ...... right now"

"Ice Dance ......"

"Get out!"

Mo Huang wanted to explain, but in exchange for a low roar, he also knew that she was angry at the moment, and he didn't dare to stimulate her anymore, so he took a deep look and flashed away.

Jun Bingwu hugged her body, buried herself in the quilt, she thought, she needed to calm down.

was rejected by his wife and rushed down from the bed...... Well, none of that was the point, the point was, he didn't even know why he was kicked off the bed.

The palace master was depressed.

So in the middle of the night, he ran over and dug up both ruthless and traceless.

Traceless was soft in the chair, sleepy-eyed, and began to shout and protest from the moment he entered the door.

Ruthless didn't complain, just stood aside indifferently, with two panda eyes, silently protesting.

It's no wonder that even the ruthlessness of hard work on weekdays has opinions, because the reason why Mo Huang dug them up in the middle of the night is really ......

"Wang, do you have to pick this time to talk to your subordinates about life?" Traceless was the first to express his dissatisfaction.

Ruthlessly and silently seconded.

But no matter how much he complained, Mo Huangquan completely blocked it back with a cold face and silence.

Traceless was bored with himself, so he simply shut up, fell into the soft chair and continued to sleep.

"Which of you is more feminine?" Mo Huang suddenly asked.

Ruthlessly heard this, somehow, he felt that it was related to Jun Bingwu, and he had a gut feeling that nothing was good, so his first reaction was to point to Traceless.

And the child, who was half-asleep and half-awake, heard the three words of woman's fate, didn't remember to think about it, and raised his hand stupidly.

It wasn't until Qingqing's expression of suspicious schadenfreude that he realized that he might have done something stupid.

Mo Huang snorted, and then said: "It's none of your business, you go back to sleep first." ”

Nodding ruthlessly and leaving, Traceless wanted to slip along, but was stopped by Mo Huang: "You stay, let's continue to talk about life." ”

Without a trace, he wanted to cry without tears, and the ruthlessness who came to the door was also very insincere to give him a tear of sympathy.