Cut... Click once and for all. ”

Feng Wuwu made scissors with his hands, and he was happily hammering.

Jun Moran was tossed by her and almost collapsed, and a layer of fine beads of sweat had escaped from his forehead.

"Feng Wuwu, what are you cutting?"

His eyelids jumped, and he always felt that this girl was doing something bad.

Feng Wuwu smiled slyly, secretly made a silent movement, and whispered: "The regent has something wrong in his body, and the master will give him a small operation." ”

Jun Mo Ran: "......"

He couldn't laugh or cry, both glad that he could appear in her dreams, but also a little angry, she was so ruthless that she attacked him.

Out of helplessness, he had to tie Feng Wuwu's hands behind his back, and said quite sternly: "If you move again, this king will do you." ”

"Click, click..."

Feng Wuwu muttered dissatisfiedly, his hands bound by the silk ribbon struggled hard, and from time to time he "cut" the ribbon with his fingers.

"Well, go to sleep."

Jun Moran pressed her against the couch so that she could lean against the crook of his arm.

Feng Wuwu struggled for a while, until a thin layer of sweat appeared on his body, sticky and greasy, and he was very uncomfortable, and then he settled down.

The next day it was dawning.

Feng Wuwu suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that the clothes on his body were missing.

She angrily pushed Jun Mo Ran, whose eyes were closed on her side, "Deng's disciple! Where's the Lord's clothes? ”

Jun Moran frowned slightly, he opened his narrow eyes, and glanced at Feng Wuwu, who was close at hand.

He breathed for a moment, and instantly refreshed a little.

Looking at each other, a trace of anger flashed in Feng Wuwu's eyes, she crossed her hands on her hips, and asked angrily, "Where are the clothes?" ”

Jun Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at her with interest, "I really don't remember?" ”

"What do you remember?"

Feng Wuwu casually pulled the futon and said confidently: "Although you and I are married, you can't be light of the master when he is unconscious." ”

Jun Moran smiled dumbly, and he pointed to the top of the agarwood beam with a distinct knuckle, "See for yourself." ”

I saw that on the top of the carved jade beam, there were neatly hung underwear such as underwear and belly pockets.

Feng Wuwu blinked, and after a while, she remembered that last night, when she was half-asleep and half-awake, she broke free from the shackles of the silk belt in her hand with brute force, flew to the top of the beam, and hung her underwear on her head.

"How can you be so crazy..."

Feng Wuwu embarrassedly buried his head in the futon, and the roots of his ears were already red, "Ye just dreamed that he was drying clothes, don't get me wrong." ”

Jun Moran smiled and said nothing, only staring at her deeply.

Last night, she had been babbling.

What she said was strange things he had never heard of.

In fact, he had long sensed that Feng Wuwu's origin was not simple.

It's just that if she refuses to speak, he doesn't want to ask.

Feng Wuwu saw Jun Mo Ran staring at her with a slight concentration, so he carefully stretched out two slender jade fingers from the thin jacket and tugged at his sleeve, "Regent, can you help you take off your clothes?" ”

"Call 'husband' and listen."

Jun Mo dye hooked the corners of his lips obliquely, and his voice was low and mellow.

"Husband... Husband..."

Feng Wuwu snorted his mouth, tried many times, but finally couldn't scream.

In her impression, she should be a mighty and majestic hero, who can stand up to the sky, how can she call someone "husband" with her throat?

As soon as she thought about it, she played a scoundrel.

In the next moment, she simply lay on the couch on all fours, "If you don't take it, forget it." Anyway, if you are pregnant with your cub, you will never come nonsense. ”

"Abrasive goblins."

Jun Moran was helpless, he quietly looked away, and with a wave of his hand, the clothes on the top of the beam had been tightly held in his palm in the blink of an eye.

Feng Wuwu happily took the clothes in his hand, suddenly approached him, and kissed him twice on his handsome cheek.

Jun Moran's expression was sluggish, and the internal fire at the dantian penetrated into the limbs and hundreds of bones in a moment.

He looked fixedly at the delicate and lovely Feng Wuwu in front of him, and his throat rolled up and down slightly crampedly.

If this continues, something will happen.

With nothing to do, Jun Moran slashed at the back of his neck with one palm, and bluntly knocked himself out.

"Regent..."

Feng Wuwu sneered, she gently poked Jun Mo's handsome cheeks like a knife carving, and a trace of good feelings sprouted inexplicably in her heart.

She put her hands on her cheeks and stared intently at Jun Moran who was asleep, "It's really a face that attracts bees and butterflies." ”

For some reason, Feng Wuwu suddenly remembered that he was sitting in the carriage yesterday with a generous posture and a bright appearance.

Just by looking at his eyes, he knows how much Jimo Zhikite likes Jun Mo dyeing.

"No, I can't. Ye must think of a way to break his peach blossom relationship. ”

Feng Wuwu swore an oath, and then walked to the front of the couch with the makeup on the dresser, and painted on Jun Mo's face.

"The light painted on the forehead illuminates the amazing beauty of the Lord all the time."

"Coated with gold powder on your eyes, may you refine into a pair of fiery eyes and recognize the scheming demon girl at a glance."

Feng Wuwu crouched in front of Jun Mo Ran's body, and after drawing and painting for most of the day, he realized that the rouge gouache could not cover his charming charm from the inside out.

Her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she simply clinged to the wolf pen, drawing a circle of dark beard on his thin lips.

She did not give up, so she applied the grease on his cheeks again.

"That's it."

Feng Wuwu stretched, she looked at Jun Moran's blackened face with great satisfaction, and fell asleep in his arms.

(End of chapter)