Mo Qingcheng slept soundly with the satisfaction of a full meal, his handsome cheeks were slightly red, his black and silky hair was lightly attached to his good-looking forehead, and the whole person was like a big cat that had completely relaxed, elegant and lazy.

Xin Nuan didn't have time to appreciate his beautiful face, stretched out his hand, rubbed his hair irritably, thinking about how this bloody and unconventional everything happened, and whether there could be less such supernatural events on her body.

For a while, her heart was warm and she couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, she bit her lip lightly, thinking about getting out of bed, the pain from under her body made her snort softly, she lowered her head, looked at the countless strawberry marks on her body, turned around, glared at Mo Qingcheng fiercely, and scolded in her heart: Sure enough, it is the same as the previous life, a dog cub who has an insatiable desire!

She entered the bathroom, took a shower, changed into a light blue sweater with a high neck, walked out, and when she looked up, she saw Mo Qingcheng looking at herself with those eyes that could drown, his two long arms were holding the pink pillow, a large piece of skin was hugging outside, and a handsome face sunk on the pillow was full of smiles and gentleness.

The warm sunlight sprinkled through the glass throughout the room, and it inexplicably had the meaning of quiet years.

Xinnuan thought that he had been cold-faced all this time and rejected him strongly, but last night he was so entangled with death, and he subconsciously looked away, and his heart was extremely empty. But thinking that it was him who was the thief, not herself, what was she afraid of, her waist straightened up, and her eyes looked at him coldly.

Mo Qingcheng looked at the changes before and after her, thinking that now her careful thinking is getting more and more, but it is also quite cute.

He lazily sat up from the bed and beckoned to her, his voice sexy and slightly hoarse, "Come here." ”

Xinnuan became even more angry, and said with a straight face: "You are becoming more and more unscrupulous now, do you know that you are calling trespassing on private houses?" ”

Mo Qingcheng hummed like a stream, "Not only do I trespass on people's houses, but I am also a thief of flowers." At this, he laughed to himself, reached out and hooked up the beige blanket placed on the sofa, lifted the quilt, wrapped his body, and got out of bed.

Xinnuan has never seen such a shameless man, and he just wanted to scold a few words, but he was inexplicably at fault.

She didn't want to pay attention to him anymore, so she stepped forward to pick up her mobile phone from the bedside table, sulked and sat down on the chair in front of the dresser, unlocked it, and habitually opened the news APP.

Mo Qingcheng walked behind her, put his fingers on the dresser, and leaned his tall body close to her, "What are you looking at?" ”

The shadows struck, and the hot breath of his body continued to penetrate her skin, constantly neutralizing the cold that oozed from her bones.

Mo Qingcheng looked at the warmth of his heart and bowed his head silently, his bony fingers held the mobile phone in her hand, and slowly pulled it out, and saw the huge photo of him and Mi Shu on the news headlines, the angle of the candid shot was very good, under the white crystal lamp, their bodies were tightly together, Mi Shu's red lips fell on his ears, and the posture was extremely intimate.

If he weren't the protagonist, seeing such a photo, he would instinctively think that these two people definitely have a leg.

Mo Qingcheng frowned slightly, and stretched quickly.

He gently put the phone on the table, leaned over, and approached her tentatively, "Jealous?" ”

Sure enough, Mishu still appeared!