Mo Xinxin Yan, suddenly had a feeling of lifting a stone and hitting his own feet, and if he didn't admit it, he didn't even have benefits!

can make him admit that he is coquettish, and he is ...... I'm embarrassed.

And so—

The situation evolved into Mo Yan and Zi Qianmo, one sitting, the other standing, and the two stared at each other.

The eyes of the two people competed in mid-air, and neither of them would back down half a step.

"You're not trying to comfort me?" Mo Yan asked.

I still want to be buried.

"You don't coquetry, you don't comfort you." Zi Qianmo said that he was a very principled demon.

"......," Mo Yan said, in his heart, 100,000 grass and mud beasts roared and rushed past.

Why, Xiao Momo's painting style has suddenly changed?

I learned to make it bad!

Who did you learn this from?

Learned to torture him.

"I can also sing." Zi Qianmo was cold, and threw out another bait, "If you are coquettish, I will hold you and sing it to you." ”

(p≧≦q)

Love!

Settle for it!

Hurry up and show this demon a coquette, this demon is satisfied, and it will naturally be good to you.

The little beast of evil at heart, ready to move.

Mo Yan's heart moved, and a pair of extremely deep phoenix eyes flashed with flames, staring at her directly, extremely hot: "Okay." ”

A good word, sexy and husky to say.

It is also like a jar of mellow wine that has been buried deep in the ground for a hundred years, and the longer it is fragrant, the more people want to get drunk.

"Hmm." Zi Qianmo looked at him.

A pair, come on.

Show me coquettishness.

Mo Yan did a bit of mental construction, and decided to throw the festival or something out of the window, and smashed it directly.

I can't get out, I can't get my daughter-in-law.

I have to sacrifice my ego and kidnap my daughter-in-law.

This time, he came on his own initiative. Stretched out his arms and directly wrapped around Zi Qianmo's slender waist, because he was sitting, it was very convenient for him to do this action.

After the ring, tighten the hoop.

Then he put his face on it.

Instead of sticking to her chest, she bent over and went a little down, a little above her lower abdomen, not out of bounds, but enough to show intimacy.

"Momo, I like you."

He muttered in a low voice.

Ziqian Mo's ears turned red instantly, and he couldn't resist it.

Why?

It's not that it's okay to be coquettish, why did you suddenly confess.

"It's not coquettishness." Collapsed, keep me cold.

Mo Yan was not in a hurry, and made persistent efforts, getting closer to her slender body, and sniffing the fragrance that belonged to her, which was a kind of freshness with a medicinal fragrance.

It's completely different from the smell of the grease-smeared women outside.

He couldn't help but indulge a little.

The darkness in my heart was completely dispelled.

"Momo, I love you."

This sentence comes from the heart.

You can say that it is a confession, it can be said that it is a show of love, or it can be said that it is a kind of coquettish behavior of a man to the woman he loves in his heart.

Ziqian Mo(////)

Dislike.

Say what little young sassy words.

It's just a coquette, why are you still so numb.

"I can't stand you."

Zi Qianmo's tone was full of boredom, but her slightly red cheeks betrayed her true emotions, "Okay, come here." ”

She faced him, her arms deep and hooked around his neck.

Mo Yan knew that he had succeeded in "coquettishness".

Immediately moved his head upwards.

Bury your chest again.

The sense of happiness came up, but it was the fiery reaction of the body, which was far less intense than the first time.

This time, it's more akin to a kind of soul interdependence.