Brother? The word is new. However, Mo Jiu really hadn't praised him like this, did she know that she was already attracted to him?

When Emperor Wuchen thought of this, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously.

"If you think it's good, you can watch more."

Emperor Wuchen reached out and scratched Mo Jiu's nose, but Mo Jiu suddenly reached out and grabbed his hand.

Mo Jiu put Di Wuchen's hand on the table, pillowed on his hand, and rubbed it, like a lazy cat.

The touch of the skin was tender and smooth from the palm of his hand, and Emperor Wuchen's eyes deepened, and his fingers couldn't help but move.

"Don't move, cool ......"

It turned out that it was because the cheeks were hot and cold.

Di Wuchen hooked his lips and smiled, and stretched out his other hand to touch the top of her head dotingly.

Suddenly, Mo Jiu shook his body and stood up, glanced at Scales Wuchen, and hugged Scales Dustless tightly.

Emperor Wuchen's body suddenly stiffened.

"Jiu, are you throwing yourself into your arms?"

Mo Jiu didn't answer, but raised his head to look at Yan Wuchen, reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his well-textured chest, and pressed his cheek against it.

Emperor Wuchen was only wearing a middle coat, and after drinking wine for a while on this slightly cool night, his body was slightly cold.

Mo Jiu was greedy and cold, hugging Emperor Wuchen like an octopus.

"Jiu, I'm glad you're so proactive?"

Emperor Wuchen was about to bow his head and pick Mo Jiu up, but Mo Jiu reached out and pushed him away.

"This pillar is not cold, find another one to ......"

He muttered and swayed as he took a leisurely step.

However, she didn't take a few steps, and she couldn't take another half step.

"I've lit a fire, and I'm leaving?"

Di Wuchen's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of emotion.

It's a pity that Mo Jiu can't hear this anymore at this time, she just wants to find another cold place, stick it on her cheeks, and lower the temperature.

After taking several steps, but not taking another step, Mo Jiu paused and looked at the ground with wide eyes.

"Huh? Why does the ground follow me? ”

Emperor Wuchen looked at Mo Jiu, who was grabbed by him and picked up by him, waiting in mid-air for a few legs, and then said something like this.

Emperor Wuchen walked to the bed with Mo Jiu and put her down.

As soon as Mo Jiu saw the bed, his face suddenly turned happy, hugged the pillow, and put his face on it.

"Is it hot?"

Thinking of it in his ears with a bewitching voice, Mo Jiu nodded without hesitation.

The corners of Emperor Wuchen's lips hooked up a triumphant smile, and he began to tie Mo Jiukuan's clothes.

When Obimoku finally felt a chill, there was only one belly nut left on his body.

When Emperor Wuchen's hand touched the string of the belly bean, Mo Jiu grabbed his hand violently.

Mo Jiu's eyes were clear, as if there was starlight twinkling in his eyes.

"Who are you?"

"Who do you want me to be?"

There seemed to be a fire beating in Emperor Wuchen's eyes, but when he asked this sentence, there seemed to be a little cold light in his eyes.

"Who I want you to be, who you are? Is it a dream? ”

Mo Jiu's eyes flashed with puzzlement.

Emperor Wuchen thought that Mo Jiu was sober, but now it seems that he is not sober. Such an action is nothing but an instinct of defense.

Emperor Wuchen smiled bitterly, hugged Mo Jiu in his arms, and said softly: "It's not hot now, let's sleep." ”

Suddenly, he turned over, and Mo Jiu pressed Di Wuchen under him, and lightly tapped a finger on Di Wuchen's purity.

"Shhh Since it's a dream, it's up to me to decide. ”