Chapter 411: This Overlord's Painting Style Is Wrong (43)

Of course, Mo Jiuhua herself naturally didn't have to learn these things, but in order to avoid suspicion from Mo Qing and some people who were familiar with the original owner, she naturally had to make a serious study of it.

Looking at Mo Jiuhua who was resting on the bed, although she knew that her soul would not be tired, Bu Meng was still a little distressed.

simply jumped out of the system space, lying next to Mo Jiuhua's head on his short legs, and quietly accompanied her.

At this time, there was only one wall next door to Mo Jiuhua's room.

Mo Bai sat silently on the chair by the balcony, bowing his head slightly.

The delicate eyelashes droop, casting a faint shadow under the eyelids, and the eyes are half-closed, looking like they are asleep.

He sat in a very well-behaved position, with his hands folded in front of him and gently resting on his lap.

Well...... Inexplicably soft and cute.

The sunlight shone in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting on him, casting a soft and bright halo, making him, who was usually cold and indifferent, look like a soft cotton ball at the moment, soft and warm.

His side face, under the sunlight, looked fairer than usual, and added a little inexplicable sense of sacredness.

Like angels.

It's just that......

It looks like a sleeping teenager, but as time goes by, a faint pink halo gradually appears on his slightly pale face.

From a light pink to an apple-like red.

Until the end, the inky white eyelashes trembled slightly, like the wings of a butterfly, delicate and beautiful.

The hands he folded in front of him curled up suddenly.

Eventually, he grabbed the clothes and rubbed them with his fingers little by little.

The soft lips were also pursed tightly in an instant.

Slowly, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

As if he was enduring something, Mo Bai's originally shallow breathing gradually became unstable.

This went on for a long time.

"Hmmm......"

Eventually, a small mute voice spilled from his lips.

This one, with a long tail note.

It's like a whisper between lovers, intoxicating and ...... Inexplicably sao gas.

Ahem.

The next second, as if awakened, Mo Bai opened his eyes suddenly.

His gaze fell for a moment, and his jade-like face burned red.

He......

He had that kind of dream!!

He dreamed ......

There was no one in the backyard, only him and Ah Jiu.

On that recliner from before, they didn't stop in the end.

And then......

He became her ......

After that, everything was so logical.

Thinking about it, Mo Bai breathed shortly, and at some point, the hands hanging on his sides clenched into fists, clenched tightly without realizing it.

His face was flushed, he lowered his head in black white, and couldn't help biting his lip lightly.

He......

He actually had such a dream......

But......

I'm not very shy.

On the contrary, there is a kind of inexplicable excitement and stimulation.

The throat rolled slightly, the light in the inky white eyes was fine, and the emotions were inexplicable.

It's almost there.

He will speed up the pace of the two getting married.

At that time, he can really do it with her...... It's right.

Thinking of Fang Cai's dream, Mo Bai's body tensed up again for a moment.

Then he suddenly got up and walked towards the bathroom.

Soon, there was a sound of drenching water inside.

At the same time, it was accompanied by a burst of ...... A subtle sound that makes people think about it.

……

Wipe the water stains from your hair with a towel, and a white bathrobe reappears in the room.

Throw down the towel and sit a little lazily on the sofa.

A hand touched something unintentionally.

Mo Bai turned his head and looked, it was ...... Mo Jiuhua's mobile phone?