The palm that grabs the wrist doesn't actually use a lot of force, but it's not very light, but it can be broken free directly.

Gu Huaian wanted to break free, but he thought too much in his heart, and the hand that was about to break away stopped.

The whole back rested on the soft couch, and then, the body was relaxed and lay straight on it.

"Gu Huai'an, are you sure you want to go on like this forever?"

For the first time, Mo Yu's tone was domineering and majestic, but there was still some tiredness in his deep voice.

"Are you sure you want to draw a line with me so obviously?"

"You don't even want to give me a look?"

Mo Yu's voice seemed to be suppressing a lot of things, suppressing another vicious self in his heart.

Gu Huai'an raised his head and sneered at the corner of his mouth, "Your Highness, we are not all the way, so I hope that we can keep our distance from Your Highness before the next Fengluan tribute." ”

Mo Yu's face was gloomy, and he pinched his jaw fiercely, kissing him straight like a storm.

It doesn't have any emotional overtones, it's like punishment, and it's like venting.

Gu Huai'an struggled, his head shook from side to side, not wanting him to touch his mouth, but he was kissed deadly.

He closed his teeth and writhed around, looking for a chance to break free.

Gu Huai'an's face was flushed.

And in the end, Mo Yu's movements suddenly became gentle, like a spring breeze blowing on his cheeks, cautiously, without the violence just now, and without the despair just now...

Because it's even more desperate....

The people below him, their limbs were stiff, and they didn't give any response.

"Gu Huai'an, you are so ruthless."

Mo Yu's voice was so gentle, but such a warm tone made people feel even more desperate.

made Gu Huai'an's heart tighten, but there was still no emotion between his eyebrows, and he spoke, "You are ruthless first, so I can't blame you." ”

If it weren't for his selfishness, he would have returned to Fengluan by now, instead of spending time here.

And the identity is still so embarrassing, in this palace, who doesn't point fingers at him?

What is his current status?

It's nothing more than Fengluan proton, the prince's belly rot?

Mo Yu clasped his hands and let go, but put his hands on his shoulders, but the picture was endless.

"Gu Huai'an."

Mo Yu's voice was a lot tired, but it had a demagogic charm, and he lowered his voice and called his name.

"The minister is here."

Gu Huai'an still replied coldly, put his hand down, arched his body slightly, and then sat up slowly.

"Gu Huai'an, look at me."

Gu Huai'an didn't look at him, still looking at the trees in the courtyard.

"Gu Huai'an, turn your head to look at me."

Mo Yu repeated again, his tone was tough, but he was still unmoved, and Mo Yu pinched his jaw a little roughly.

Gu Huaian was forcibly turned around, with humiliation and unwillingness in his eyes.

"Only by doing this can you be obedient and sensible."

Mo Yu didn't know why a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he actually touched his head gently.

Looking at him, his gaze suddenly softened and calmed.

But the words that came out of his mouth were so cold to the bone, "In that case, this palace orders you to move back to the main hall tonight to sleep." ”

The eyes were deep and cold, and the gap between the two of them was getting bigger and bigger.

"Your Ministers obey."

Gu Huai'an restrained the emotions in his heart.

For months, he relied on him like this, accustomed to him, but it was not as effective as the order, and Mo Yu felt very pathetic.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Yu's mouth.