"Ah Jiu ......"

The young man's tone was full of loss, and his voice was soft to tell his beloved about his feelings.

"Ah Jiu, I'm so sad......"

Although the eldest prince and his party and Song Yifan's family of three have been executed, he is still not happy at all, and his mood is even heavier.

"Ah Jiu, I'...... I'll only have you in the future...... Woo......"

As he spoke, the young man's voice gradually became crying.

"If you're sad, just cry, it's going to be hard to hold it in your heart, huh?"

Mo Jiuhua's voice fell, and the young man who had been enduring it for many days couldn't hold back anymore, and cried out with a "wow".

For a long time, I was tired of crying, and I completely released the sadness and confusion in my heart, and the sound of the young man's sobbing finally weakened and finally disappeared.

Feeling that his body that had been tense suddenly relaxed, Mo Jiuhua knew that he was much better.

After all, a somewhat simple prince who was raised experienced the death of his relatives for the first time, and was forced to grow up overnight, and he was inevitably at a loss.

Coupled with the sadness that I have been trying to suppress in my heart, once I relax, it will naturally be uncontrollable.

Seeing that the young man had finally calmed down, Mo Jiuhua raised his eyebrows, tilted his head to take a general look at the expression on his face, and then stretched out his hand.

"Puff ......"

"Don't Ah Jiu...... Don't ......"

Bei Chenfeng's body that had just tried his best to cry was a little weak, but he still tried to avoid Mo Jiuhua's chaotic hands.

"Hahaha......"

"Ah Jiu, stop it...... Itchy ......"

Seeing that he finally burst out laughing, the corners of Mo Jiuhua's lips were hooked, and he scratched him even more unceremoniously.

After a while, the two twisted together.

After a while, the young man stopped panting, with a stupid expression, and tried to raise his two hands, making a gesture of surrender, and his tone was soft and coquettish.

"Excuse me...... Ah Jiu~"

"Can't I throw in the towel?"

Seeing that the young man's mood had completely calmed down, Mo Jiuhua was even more unscrupulous.

He simply lay down with his back against the pillow and pulled the young man lying on his stomach next to him hard, and pulled him up from himself.

Reaching out and rubbing Bei Chenfeng's little soft face flushed from tiredness, Mo Jiuhua stared at the young man in front of him with interest.

After that, he looked at him meaningfully, and said, "Dusty ......"

"Huh?" The young man looked up puzzled, and looked straight at Mo Jiuhua with slightly moist eyes.

Just looking at it, he noticed that there was something a little wrong with her expression.

So the young man was instantly vigilant, trying to support his body and let his face tilt back, "You, what do you want to do?" ”

Listening to this familiar sentence, Mo Jiuhua raised his eyebrows, and then took it seriously, "Naturally, it's you, is it someone else?" ”

North Dust Wind: ???

The boy's head turned a few times, and after a while he finally understood what she meant.

"You, you ......"

After stumbling for a long time, the young man was immediately ashamed and annoyed, and arched his head on Mo Jiuhua's chest like a fried milk meow.

Well? He's ...... What is hinting at her?

Mo Jiuhua playfully stared at the milk meow rubbing against him for a few seconds.

After that, the tone gradually became sultry and seductive, "Chenchen is telling me that you want to be direct and not polite?" ”

The boy froze.

After that, he raised his head sharply and glared at her angrily, "Ah Jiu! ”

Mo Jiuhua smiled dotingly, and suddenly turned over and pressed the person down, looking at him with lowered eyes.