Ling Luo was thinking about it intently, but there was a sudden burst of damp heat from her neck, she felt uncomfortable and looked down, but this glance made her heart almost jump out.

Mo Lan Jiu Ye was actually leaning over Ling Luo's neck socket and kissing her neck!

Ling Luo could no longer keep calm, and immediately began to twist his body, which was suppressed by Mo Lan Jiuye, and resisted fiercely, "You hurry up and get up for me, get up!" ”

“biedong！” Mo Lan Jiuye raised her eyes to look at her, her black and red eyes seemed to be trying her best to restrain something, and her voice was no longer as charming and soft as usual, but a little more hoarse, very magnetic.

Even if Ling Luo is just an untrained girl, as a person who lives in the era of such rapid technological development in the 21st century, those youth idol dramas bombarded on TV have left her with many details about the various matters that happen between men and women.

So Ling Luo stopped moving as he said, and looked at him with a pair of big eyes, extremely angry and unwilling, but he couldn't hide the tension and anxiety in his eyes.

Mo Lan Jiuye stretched out his hand to brush away the broken hair in front of Ling Luo's forehead, revealing a smooth and full forehead, and then printed his cold and soft lips, Ling Luo was so nervous that he straightened his body, stiff as a puppet, but Mo Lan Jiuye was just a dragonfly kiss, without any ** at all, just stamped as if announcing his ownership, but the tenderness and affection in it were consciously erased by Ling Luo.

Mo Lan Jiu lay on Ling Luo's side at night, no longer making any transgressive movements, just reached out and wrapped his hand around her waist, with a very satisfied smile on his face, he slowly closed his eyes, "Stay, you can do whatever you want me to do!" ”

Listening to Mo Lan Jiuye's satisfied but full of vicissitudes of life, Ling Luo's heart couldn't help but hurt again, in the face of such Mo Lan Jiu Ye, she couldn't complain and couldn't wait, what kind of emotion is this?

The thoughts in his head were chaotic, like a ball of yarn that had been torn apart, but when he listened to the slight and steady breathing sound in his ears, Ling Luo suddenly relaxed his brows.

As the saying goes, if you come, you will be safe, anyway, now that she is trapped here, she can't escape, so it's better to raise her spirit first, and then think about it in the long run. In this way, Ling Luo also followed Mo Lan Jiuye to close his eyes and gradually fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, the city center inn.

A group of masked black-clad men came almost silently on the roof tiles, pierced the window paper and blew in the drug, and then jumped through the window, stabbing at the sleeping man in the bedding with his hand.

This series of actions was done neatly, without any drag, and at a glance he knew that he was a well-trained assassination master.

However, when they lifted the quilt and were about to take off the head and go back to report the news, they found that something was wrong, and the protrusion under the quilt turned out to be not the person they were looking for at all, but a pillow arranged in the shape of a human.

The leader felt bad, and before he could turn around, he was stunned by a knife, and the sound of several heavy objects falling to the ground ended what should have been a bloody night.

Rusawa and Jingli looked at the figures lying on the ground, their faces were not relaxed for the rest of their lives, but full of worry.