"Pretend to be dead and wait for the master to do it himself?" The man's voice became more and more cold, and every word hit Chu Qiao's crumbling little heart like a drumstick. Chu Qiao raised his head without fear of death, "Why?" ”

"You are the master's person!"

"When did I become yours?"

"From the moment I bought you."

Mo Yao seemed to be a little impatient, or the man's temper was really not very good, he stopped talking nonsense with Chu Qiao, and vigorously pulled Chu Qiao's small arm, almost half-clamped and half-pulled, dragging her to the bed.

"You, you let go of me!" Chu Qiao struggled, raised his arm and beat the man, but unfortunately the power of a pair of small hands was not enough to tickle Mo Yao.

With a pop, the small body was thrown onto the bed, and suddenly fell into a ball of softness, and before he had time to dodge, the man's long body was pressed down, and then he pounced, choking with the smell of alcohol.

Chu Qiao realized that the man in front of him had drunk a lot of wine, and his eyes were full of drunken flushing.

Reason was quickly replaced by fear, and the man's hand under the shirt made Chu Qiao clearly realize that this man was definitely not joking.

"You, you've drunk too much, don't touch me!" Chu Qiao's struggle became intense, and his hands pushed hard against Mo Yao's chest.

The man's chest was as hard as a copper wall, and Ren Chuqiao tried his best, but he couldn't shake it, but got closer and closer, and finally pressed her tightly in the narrow space between her body and the bed, unable to move.

"Woo, you let go of me......" Chu Qiao's voice had gradually dried up, only one pair of hands remained, and there was still hard fighting, in a hurry, the nails that had not been trimmed for half a month accidentally rubbed on Mo Yao's face.

Two slender blood marks instantly appeared on the handsome face.

Mo Yao frowned in pain, raised the back of his hand and wiped the wound, adding a few traces of bright red to the back of his hand. His dark eyes turned and he glared angrily at the woman below him who was also glaring at him, and suddenly his eyes sank, and he grabbed her hands and raised them above his head.

"You ......" Before Chu Qiao could say anything, he was blocked back, and the man's hot lips covered like this, grabbing Chu Qiao's soft lips with an overwhelming smell of wine.

Chu Qiao's lips were cold, and Mo Yao tested the temperature inside bit by bit, trying to make her warmer.

Chu Qiao's eyes widened in shock, and he looked at the enlarged face in front of him in disbelief.

This man has a face that can be called perfect. Under the angular outline, a pair of thick eyebrows are like swords, the eyes are slightly closed, and the long eyelashes tremble lightly with the man's breathing, which is delicate and fascinating.

Chu Qiao was in a trance for a moment, he was kissing the woman he loved in this life.

But she knew very well that this man probably didn't even know who she was now.

When you are a love saint! Chu Qiao snorted coldly, dare to take advantage of the girl and bite you to death!

In a pain, the tip of his tongue was bitten, Mo Yao raised his head angrily, and a stubborn little face that was not afraid of death came into his eyes. Just as he was about to get angry, his mind turned, and bad lines appeared on his face, "What, so anxious?" ”

Chu Qiao didn't expect this man to be so cheeky, and his face suddenly turned red with shame, and his hand, which had just been imprisoned, struggled restlessly.

"If you have the strength, let's enjoy it." The man's voice was cold without a trace of emotion, and in a trance, he was like two people with the man who kissed affectionately just now, Chu Qiao frowned, this man was really uncertain.

"Shall we talk?" Chu Qiao carried forward the spirit of not being afraid of death to the end, and asked persistently.