There was like a flash of lightning in Wuchen's mind, and the only remaining reason disappeared in an instant, and his eyes were as dark as a night sky without light.

Wuchen's face slowly approached Mo Jiu, and the cold lips covered Mo Jiu's warm lips, which were still a little red and swollen......

The moment the four lip flaps touched, Wuchen couldn't take care of much, and just wanted to absorb the sweetness of each other more deeply.

"Woo......"

Mo Jiu slept as if he was extremely uncomfortable, and after making a voice in protest, he slowly opened his eyes.

Wuchen was very close to her, and Mo Jiu's eyes shook when she noticed this, and her body involuntarily leaned back. But because there was an earthen wall behind her, she couldn't get the distance between the two as she wished.

Wuchen pulled away lightly and leaned lazily against the cave wall. With a casual throw, a small porcelain bottle fell into Mo Jiu's palm.

"Your lips are broken, apply it and it will get better faster."

Mo Jiu was stunned for a moment with the porcelain vase before saying, "Thank you." You...... You okay? ”

Wuchen's voice was still faint: "It's nothing." ”

Mo Jiu looked at Wuchen, whose face was pale, and knew that he couldn't help much, so he lowered his eyes and didn't say anything more.

Dustless looks in poor physical condition, and not only in physical condition, but also doesn't seem to be in a very good mood. Could it be that she provoked him?

Wuchen's mood at the moment was indeed very bad, he raised his hand to touch his lips, where there was still the fragrance of the young man beside him.

And at this moment, his hand was pulled up, and Wuchen raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Mo Jiu beside him.

Mo Jiu gestured to Wuchen's palm with his eyes, his peach blossom eyes were slightly bent, and said, "Eat something, this can replenish your strength." ”

Wuchen lowered his eyes and found that there was an extra delicate pastry in his palm. The whole body of the snow-white pastry, shaped like a flower, has a sweet and greasy fragrance coming to the nose.

Put it in the mouth, melt in the mouth, a special sweet sugar mixed with the aroma produced by the fermentation of rice flour lingers between the lips and teeth, refreshing and not greasy, soft and sweet, so that the impetuous heart is instantly released.

"You usually carry these things with you?"

Mo Jiujian's tone was much softer than just now, and he secretly said in his heart that foodies still have to take the way of feeding.

"Well, I usually do more when I have nothing to do. Do you want more? ”

Wuchen didn't answer, but stretched out a hand. Sure enough, there was another delicate pastry in the palm of his hand.

Dustless and polite, put the pastry in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

Mo Jiu has been observing the look on his face, and when he finished eating, he didn't see him take out a white handkerchief to wipe it after waiting for a while, and Mo Jiu couldn't help but reach out to wipe the residue off his mouth.

Wuchen's eyes suddenly became deep, and he grabbed Mo Jiu's hand.

"What are you doing?"

Mo Jiu didn't understand what Wuchen meant, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "You didn't wipe it clean." ”

Wuchen's eyes were a little darker, and he said, "Aren't you afraid that others will misunderstand?" ”

Mojiu: "......"

What can be misunderstood? Isn't it because you're clean?

Mo Jiu withdrew his hand and began to tidy up his clothes, selectively forgetting the questions raised by Wuchen.

Mo had applied ointment made of spring water to the wound for a long time, but it was not a big problem, so he did not look at the wound again.

There were still blood stains on the robe, and if she was alone, she could still take out her clothes from the space to change, but Wuchen was here, and she could only wear them first.

"How are we going to get out of here?"

Wuchen's eyes had been on Mo Jiu to watch his reaction, but suddenly he frowned when he asked how to leave here......