The morning birds outside the window had begun to crow, and the ink demon's head was a little downward, suddenly sobering up.

She subconsciously clenched Mo Jinyu's slightly cold hand, and when she opened her eyes, she saw that his fox eyes were closed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was not very stable in his sleep.

Pretending to be asleep? Mo Xiaoyou pursed his lips, is this a faceless to see himself?

However, as an informed and interesting waiter, she still understands that she wants to give her master face, so she doesn't plan to pierce this layer of window paper.

As if inadvertently, he got up, moved his numb legs, and raised his hand to tuck the quilt for Mo Jinyu, and as soon as he turned around, his hand was caught.

Mo Xiaoyou secretly raised his eyebrows, and when he turned his head, he had already changed his face with surprise:

"Childe! You're awake! ”

"Don't pretend, it's too fake."

Unexpectedly, when the first basin of cold water went down, Mo Jinyu bluntly spit out the truth that he had wanted to say for a long time.

Mo Xiaoyou's excited expression suddenly stiffened - such a face-to-face gong and drum complaining, Mo Xiaoyou, who had already adapted to fighting with Mo Xiaozu in a roundabout way, was still a little uncomfortable for a while.

Mo Jinyu saw Mo Xiaoyou's rare stiff expression, and his nervous mood suddenly relaxed.

He pursed his lips, like an epiphany in the night, and suddenly a smile bloomed into the city.

This smile finally brought back the expression of the ink demon, and she looked at Mo Jinyu who was lying on the bed, her eyes rippling because of the smile, and the thought of teasing suddenly rose in her heart.

With a sudden flip of her hand, she took the cold hand that he didn't have time to retreat.

"Childe, although Wenshi is a waiter, he is also a woman, and you hold my hand like this, which makes the slave very shy......"

When Mo Jinyu heard this, a suspicious flush appeared on his face, he pursed his lips, put away his smile, and pulled his arm back, but found that his hand was still held by the ink demon.

"Diao Nu!"

Seeing that he couldn't break free, Mo Jinyu finally gave up resistance, but he still scolded in a low voice, but the blush on his face seemed to expand slightly.

The corner of Mo Xiaoyou's mouth was just about to put on a ruffian smile, when he heard a sound of footsteps outside the door, and then the old butler asked with concern:

"Ask the stone! Has Childe woken up? The ghost has already come for a follow-up visit. Look, did you put on the coat of seeing for Childe first? Let her come in again and give Childe a handful of ...... Son! ”

Originally, the old housekeeper just came in with his head down, but he didn't expect that today's surprise was waiting for him.

As soon as he looked up and saw the familiar emotionless eyes, the second half of the old butler's words were directly stuck in his throat, and he was stuck for a while before he was finally able to convert into a salute.

At this time, Mo Xiaoyou had already let go of Mo Xiaozong's Yi with satisfaction, and instead walked to the screen that was on his coat, and took off a blue-blue robe on it.

"Uncle Guan, you let the ghost come in, and I'll wrap my son tightly. Then put down the bed, presumably the ghost man couldn't see the appearance of the son. ”

"Good. The son lay down to rest first, and the old slave went to call Langzhong in. ”

The old butler walked out of the door tremblingly, and the little demon approached the bed with three shakings.

"Childe, do you have the strength now?"

Although the actions are still disrespectful, the words spoken by the ink demon have returned to seriousness.

She knew that the innocence of the man in this yin was equivalent to life, and she teased Mo Xiaozu twice before just to see him change his face, but now that he has changed his face, she really doesn't need to force her task object to death, so as to end the task early.

"You can put it on for me."

Unexpectedly, at this moment, Mo Xiaogongzi let go instead, and he raised his upper body little by little with the power of the arm stretched out by the ink demon.

In the slightly open placket, the red palace sand loomed, which made Mo Xiaoyou's eyes keep coming, and he almost let go and threw him back on the couch.