(Shushu.com provides text chapters) Mo Moke didn't care what Naze was thinking, in her hazy consciousness, she only felt hot and uncomfortable, her head was still dizzy, and she just wanted to find some water and pat it on her face to make herself sober. Book. Book. The net was half-leaning on Naze and began to undress herself, she had already taken off her down jacket when she was eating, and now she was wearing an open cardigan.

Seeing that her fingers had been weak for a long time, Na Ze couldn't pull a button, so he had to help her sit next to the hot spring, carefully pushed her aside, hesitated for a moment before starting to help her unbutton it, and shook her head, as if amused by her caution. Married for eight years, the husband and wife have children, what is he nervous about here, although Mo Mo is because of amnesia, but he believes that they have been together for more than half a year, and their husband and wife relationship has returned, and now he is just waiting for a suitable time, or waiting for a natural day, emotionally, he will never be impatient, and he will not be reluctant to wait for that little time, because he knows that they will grow a long, long, long time.

With such a plan, Na Ze calmly began to help Mo Mo untie his clothes one by one, like treating the most precious treasure, Mo Mo's warm eyes stared directly at him under the candlelight, making Na Ze have the illusion that she was acquiescing to something. If it weren't for the fact that he accidentally touched her armpit, she would have eaten and laughed, and the total trust and innocence of Naze might have been forgotten long ago.

It seems that he overestimates himself too much, Na Ze smiled bitterly, a room full of red candles, and a spring light, is he really a saint? He thought about it, simply closed his eyes, groped, carried Momo to the hot spring, and tested the depth of the water, which had reached Momo's chest, and he didn't feel at ease to leave. I had to continue to close my eyes and help her to take a bath. Occasionally, he would pick up water and flush her head so as not to catch a cold. Naze listened to the sound of the water. Estimating Mo Mo's movements, he couldn t help but laugh at himself, when he was a child, he felt that it was useless to listen to the sound and distinguish the position in the dark night of blood clan science, anyway, the night did not affect their actions, and they only found out today. Book. Book. Nets it can be used here.

Finally, the sound of the rushing water stopped, and a wet hand climbed up Naze's neck: "I'm done." ”

Na Ze stiffened, but held his soft hand for a long time, and remembered that the bathrobe prepared in advance was behind him, and he grabbed Mo Mo with one hand as fast as he could, and reached out to grab the bathrobe with one hand, and he didn't bother to wipe it, and directly wrapped Mo Mo up. Then he took a long breath and opened his eyes, and Mo Mo was tilting his head to look at him. Because I just took a bath, my lips were red. The tip of the nose is red. Even the tips of the ears are red and warm. It's also cute.

As if tempted, Naze pushed her somewhat messy head behind her ear, slowly lowered her head until her lips brushed her eyelashes: "Let me kiss it." ”

"Let's." Momo's answer was unobtrusive.

Na Ze smiled: "Do you know who I am?" ”

Momo blinked when he heard his words: "Know." ”

"Really," Nazawa's kiss slid across the bridge of her nose, "Then I'll test you, who do you say I am?" ”

"You're Naze."

Naze bit her nose punishingly, Momo sniffed aggrievedly, blinked innocently, and didn't know what he was wrong: "Painful ----"

"You should say I'm your husband's little fool, understand?"

Mo Mo didn't nod immediately, but gave way to his head back, then hugged Naze's face and looked at it carefully, then turned his head to look around the furnishings in the room, and pulled the red bathrobe on his body, suddenly raised his head, and retorted seriously: "No, you're not my husband." Book. Book. Net: "I'm not your husband, so who is?!" Na Ze was startled, and he didn't even know how to think in his head, but fortunately, Momo hiccuped and finally finished speaking: "You are obviously my father-in-law!" ”

Na Ze sat up straight for only a few seconds, and his back was already soaked with this little evil spirit: "What's the difference?" ”

"Of course," Mo Mo snapped his fingers in a matter-of-fact manner, "Marriage, the one who wears red is called a husband, and the one who wears white can be called a husband!" ”

What kind of theory is this?! Nazawa decided not to talk to someone drunk anymore, lest he be, he hugged Momo and stood up and pulled open the mosquito net, and sure enough, the quilt was also a bright red and purple color, and a lot of moon flowers were sprinkled on it, but maybe for the sake of color coordination, this time it was pink.

Na Ze finally brushed off the petals, lifted the quilt, and put Mo Mo on the bed, but she refused to lie down obediently, pulling his sleeve: "Na Ze, Na Ze, I can't sleep, you tell me a story!" ”

"What do you want to hear?" Naze resigned himself to his fate and sat down next to him.

"I haven't heard or seen it!" Momo thought his request was simple.

"Hmm," Nazawa thought for a long time and didn't know what to say, and suddenly thought of a magazine that he occasionally flipped, and it was said that women are weak when they listen to ghost stories, "Shall I tell you ghost stories?" Don't be afraid to have me ----."

"What are ghosts to be afraid of?" Mo Mo scoffed, "It's not like I haven't seen it." ”

"Uh---- "Then I'll tell you about the history of the Blood Clan---

Mo Mo rolled his eyes and thought for a while, but still shook his head: "That's not in a hurry, you wait until I'm sober up to talk about it, I'm drunk now, my brain is not clear, and I can't remember." ”

She knows that!

Nazawa had never seen such a drunk, and he even began to wonder if he was also drunk, otherwise how could he be confused and sober?!

Mo Mo saw that he didn't speak for a long time, his eyes blinked, and he yawned more and more for a long time, and he couldn't hold it anymore, so he pushed him and said: "Forget it, don't talk about it, I'm sleepy, you can go take a bath!" People in other places must eat and sleep well, otherwise it is easy to adapt to the water and soil, you know? ”

Mo Mo's words were so serious, and Na Ze held back for a long time before replying: "Okay, I know." ”

After speaking, Naze stood up stiffly, Mo Mo rubbed the pillow, laid it down, covered himself with the quilt, and even didn't forget to blow out the candle on her bedside.

Na Ze didn't say a word this time, his face twitched a few times, his feet staggered a little, he walked to the hot spring, dragged his clothes, took a bath, and soaked in a daze for ten minutes before he came back to his senses, I have never seen a drunk and troublemaker, and she is drunk and more meticulous than usual, this little wife is really unreasonable, very unreasonable, ordinary people!

"Let's go!" There was the sound of things falling from the bedroom, and then someone knew what Suo Suo was rummaging through. Nazawa had planned to close his eyes in the hot spring and recuperate for a while, when he heard movement outside, he hurriedly put on his bathrobe and walked into the bedroom. Mo Mo was lying on the ground barefoot, looking for something, his wet head was draped over his shoulders messily, and his back was wet, and the big red silk bathrobe was attached to his body, which naturally reflected his beautiful figure.

It was he who neglected Na Ze and picked her up with some heartache: "What are you looking for, is it uncomfortable to fall asleep wet?" ”

Mo Mo reflexively hugged his neck and squinted: "Well, my head is wet, I want to find a comb to comb and comb." ”

"What's the use of looking for a comb when the little fool is wet!" Naze turned around and walked to the hot spring, cast a spell to put the towel on Momo's head, and carried her back to the bed: "Come on, I'll help you wipe it." ”

Mo Mo pulled the big red towel with both hands, dodging left and right to prevent Na Ze from taking it.

Na Ze finally held her down, patted her head and said dotingly: "Hurry up and make trouble for me again, I'll catch a cold." ”

"Hee-hee, don't be a bride." Book. Book. net