"Hooligan, old and unserious." Mo Yue's face flew red, and the pink fist gently hung down on Mo Han's chest.

Mo Han hugged Mo Yue's waist, let her get closer, and teased: "Didn't you take the initiative to tease that day?" Shy today? ”

"What's the matter, it's just emotional that day, and today it's full of fish, where is the mouth." Mo Yue pushed Mo Han away in disgust.

"Didn't I say it, tomorrow." Mo Han couldn't help but laugh, and his clear and beautiful voice floated out.

"Ahhh Mo Yue stomped her feet and screamed three times, so ashamed that she couldn't bear to find a crack in the ground to get into, she couldn't bear to look at herself, how she was.

"Okay, don't laugh at you, I'm stunned." Mo Han touched Mo Yue's little face and motioned for her to look at the sluggish flowing fire on the side.

The flames are usually faltering, but the flowing flames are really motionless now, like a still flame painting.

Mo Yue's expression was cold, she raised her hand to withdraw the flowing fire into her body, and then got into Mo Han's arms, burying her face and saying, "It's really embarrassing to go home today." ”

This face-changing kung fu is really perfect.

Mo Han's fingers ran through Mo Yuerumo's hair, making her face closer to her chest, and said, "Yue'er is in front of me, no matter what you do, you won't be ashamed." ”

The voice with the vibration of the chest came into Mo Yue's ears, and the shy thoughts of Fang Cai were strangely smoothed out, and he nodded sullenly: "Hmm." ”

Mo Han lowered his head and kissed Mo Yue's forehead, and asked, "Are you tired?" ”

"Not tired." Mo Yue shook her little head.

"Deliver spiritual power to me every day to heal my wounds, how can I not be tired." Mo Han's voice was as soft as water, for a few days, he was indeed unconsciously asleep at first, but later, under Mo Yue's conditioning, he gradually had a sense of the outside world, and naturally knew what Yue'er did every day, but he couldn't open his eyes and couldn't wake up.

"Not tired." Mo Yue hugged Mo Han tightly and said again: "You don't have to ask such words in the future, for you, you won't be tired of anything." ”

"Okay." Mo Han responded.

The moonlight is hazy, and the figures of the two snuggling up to them are reflected on the ground, which seems to merge into one, you have me, I have you.

On the second day, when Mo Han woke up in the morning, he smelled the aroma of stewed mushrooms.

There is a simple stove next to the house, Mo Yue is busy, the skirt is still stained by the dew when picking mushrooms, and the shoes are also dirty, the mountain forest in the morning is very humid, and the soil is very easy to get on the shoes.

Next to the stove, there are also chopped young bamboo shoots.

Mo Han was a little distressed, walked over, took Mo Yue's spatula, helped her turn in the pot, and said, "It's just a casual talk, how can you take it seriously." ”

"I didn't make it for you, I just wanted to eat it myself." Mo Yue still had a hard mouth, snatched the spatula, scooped a little soup and tasted it, felt a little light, added some salt, and then scooped a little more, blew it cold, fed it to Mo Han's mouth, and said, "Taste it, see how it tastes?" ”

Mo Han took a sip and nodded with an approving smile: "Not bad." ”

"You go out and wait first, I should be ready to wash up." Mo Yue flipped the mushrooms in the pot a few times again, looking at it almost enough.

Mo Han took Mo Yue's other small hand hanging by his side, pinched it and then let it go, and went to the side to wash.

After a while, I heard the sound of the pot rattling and the sound of bamboo shoots stir-frying.

After Mo Han finished washing, he took the dishes and chopsticks, put them on the table in the courtyard, placed the white jade-like porcelain bowls on both sides, put the chopsticks, and in the middle a cup of mushroom soup stewed thick and milky white, and paved the simplest home-style painting.