Mo Yan's face was a little painful to be patted.

The little guy can be said to be very powerful.

However, his heart is as if it is irrigated by waterfall syrup, and surprise and sweetness coexist.

She said she liked it......

Well......

This time, I no longer like acacia wine, but pat my face and say I like it......

Probably like yourself!

It could also be that you like your own face......

Well, the thought that it might be the latter, Mo Yan's mood became a little unbeautiful. She slapped her face, so hard, it was likely that she really just liked her face→_→

"Like what?"

Mo Yanfeng's eyes were deep, she lowered her head, approached her, and asked, "Huh?" ”

She was a little drunk.

Unsteady on his feet, his body was crooked, and he almost fell.

Mo Yan hurriedly reached out and grabbed one of her arms, pulling her closer to him. Looking from the side, it was as if she was reclining in his arms.

"Happy ......" Zi Qianmo raised his head slightly, a pair of light-colored eyes as light as glass, staring at Mo Yan's dark black pupils like an abyss, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but hook up a very light and shallow arc.

She smiled.

Mo Yan immediately held her breath, her heartbeat was beating ten times faster, and she was completely captured by her elegant and slightly drunk smile.

It was the first time he had seen her smile.

In the past, she always had a cold face, and she was beautiful, but she seemed to reject people thousands of miles away. There was never an expression on her beautiful face, as if there was nothing in the world that could attract her attention.

It's the same when Xiao Momo is in his form.

Although Xiao Momo sometimes makes some cute little movements unintentionally, there is no expression on his face after all, and his light-colored glass eyes are always ancient and waveless.

Available today.

She actually laughed.

Still laugh at him!

Although the smile was as light as the wind and as shallow as a cloud, it was really true, and it touched the softest string in his heart.

It's beautiful.

Very...... Seductive.

Mo Yan felt as if he was confused, and his arms around her slender waist tightened and tightened more and more, and at the same time, he brought her slender and petite body into his arms.

The two of them fit tightly together.

You have me, I have you, and there is no distinction between each other.

The scorching body temperature is transmitted to each other, like ambiguously entangled silk threads, intertwined, and can clearly sense each other.

Mo Yan's eyes were scorching and terrifying.

He stared straight at the corners of her slightly raised mouth, and felt that there was no more charming scenery in the world than this.

I used to think that in the ancient books, King Zhou You's Fenghuo Opera princes only smiled for the Pomeranians, which was really stupid and stupid, but now, he can understand King Zhou You's mood a little.

Truly.

In order to be able to make the woman he loves the most smile, he can indeed be the enemy of the world.

You can even do all kinds of ridiculous things for her.

"Do you like my face?" Mo Yan knew that she was already drunk and unconscious at the moment, and it was really difficult to get her to say a complete sentence, so it was better to use this method of answering yes and no.

Zi Qianmo was stunned and nodded in confusion.

Mo Yan: "......"

A hot heart, just a little bit from her, half cold.

He had to hold back.

Can't be deflated.

Take 10,000 steps back and think about it, even if she just likes his face, that's a good thing.