Regent's Palace, Ink-Dye Pavilion

Feng Wuwu looked at Jun Mo Ran, who was not good-looking, shrunk his neck, and whispered, "Regent, are you in a bad mood?" ”

"Go to the bed."

"I like to sleep on the floor, and I'm not used to sleeping on the couch."

After Feng Wuwu saw Jun Moran defeat more than 2,000 crossbowmen with the power of one person, he became more and more jealous of him in his heart.

Jun Moran looked deeply at the restless Feng Wuwu, and softened his complexion slightly, "You have just recovered from a serious illness and need to recuperate." ”

"Although Ye is greedy for your body, but Ye has never done such a thing, he is both excited and nervous, and there is a trace of fear in the nervousness, can you be gentle?" Feng Wuwu babbled nervously and incoherently.

Jun Mo dyed his voice and was low-alcohol, charming to the bone, "Never done it before?" Tell me how you got pregnant? ”

Feng Wuwu pondered for a while, and finally shook his head blankly, "I don't remember." ”

Jun Moran gently pinched her cheek and dragged her to the couch straightforwardly, "If you don't remember, forget it." You don't need to be nervous, this king is not so unscored. ”

Feng Wuwu subconsciously shrank inward and stared at him defensively, "Regent, you shouldn't sleepwalk, right?" ”

"No, it won't."

"That's good. If you are in a deep nightmare, you must control it, don't sit on your butt to death. ”

Feng Wuwu pursed his mouth, showing the appearance of a strong man's wrist, and leaned straight and straight on the inside of the couch.

Jun Moran casually extinguished the candle flame and hugged her into his arms, "Stretch out your hand." ”

"Do... Do what? ”

Feng Wuwu was not used to sleeping with others, and his nerves were highly tense.

"This king will give you warmth."

Jun Moran held her cold little hand and carefully placed it in her heart.

Feng Wuwu blinked, only to feel that the palms of his hands were slightly hot, and his empty heart seemed to be filled with something all at once.

The four eyes were facing each other, and the pampering in Jun Mo's eyes was overflowing, but Feng Wuwu sighed frequently.

"Why did you forget all about you in a daze? has never tasted the love of men and women, but she is pregnant. It's a big loss. ”

“………”

Jun Moran likes her upright temperament very much, but she doesn't know how to answer.

For a long time, he stared at the sleeping Feng Wuwu, and imprinted a light kiss on her forehead, "Stupid, the coming days are long." ”

At that time, Feng Wuwu, who was deep in a dream, dreamed that he was performing an operation for a patient with a suspected "male" miscellaneous disease.

Hmmm-

Before Jun Moran could react, his legs were cold, and an ominous premonition came to his heart.

In the next moment, Feng Wuwu, whose eyes were tightly closed, stood up in shock, her slender and slender hands in the shape of scissors, and a burst of strokes.

In the sandalwood mouth, there is also a "click" sound.

Jun Moran sat up, gently hugged her shoulders, and said softly, "What's wrong?" ”

"Just cut it off."

Feng Wuwu came to a sentence without beginning or end, and even made a hand-made scissor, and cut endlessly at Jun Mozhi's body.

"Don't make a fuss."

Jun Moran tugged at her arm, only to feel her breathing becoming more and more rapid.

Feng Wuwu's eyes were closed, and he smiled brightly, "No thanks, it's our duty to save lives and help the wounded." ”

"Damn it!"

Jun Moran cursed in a low voice, and the dry fire under the strong pressure was ignited by her again.

The dry fire went up from the dantian, and there was a great tendency of sparks to burn the prairies, burning him gradually losing his mind...

(End of chapter)