As soon as the words fell, the back window moved, and the figure flashed, and there was already a person sitting opposite.

Dressed in a black robe, her black hair was loosely tied with a hairband, her cold and stunning face was a little gentle, her inky eyes looked at her deeply, and her thin lips were slightly hooked.

"Ah Ran."

Mo Qingchen's voice was gentle, his right hand supported his chin, and he quietly sniffed the faint medicinal fragrance on Su Yun's body.

Su Yunran glanced at Mo Qingchen, raised his hand and poured a cup of tea, and pushed it in front of him.

Mo Qingchen stretched out his hand to take it, and the moment his fingertips touched, both of them were slightly shocked.

The two of them are cold fingertips, but when they touch, they give birth to different temperatures.

Su Yunran quickly withdrew his hand, and the wide sleeves hung down, covering the slender fingers that trembled slightly.

Mo Qingchen held the tea cup, warmth came from his hand, he looked at Su Yunran, who was pale, and did not move for a while.

The room was quiet, Su Yunran quietly rubbed the tea cup in his hand, and lowered his eyebrows.

Mo Qingchen held the teacup and quietly looked at the woman opposite, his eyes deep.

After a long time, Su Yunran raised his eyes and slowly stretched out his slender white hand to Mo Qingchen.

Mo Qingchen raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean?" ”

Su Yunran's voice was calm, "Earrings." ”

Mo Qingchen hooked his lips, revealing a puzzled look, "What earrings?" ”

Su Yunran glanced at him, and his white and tender little hand was not withdrawn, "That earring is the only pair in the world, if you let Senior Brother know that I have lost it, probably he will not be in a good mood." ”

Mo Qingchen put down the teacup and reached out to hold the white jade hand in front of him.

Su Yunran was shocked, and then his clear eyes were dyed with a touch of sharpness, and his hand tried to withdraw it.

Mo Qingchen smiled lightly, as bright as ice and snow flowers, he got up, came to Su Yunran and squatted down, held Su Yunran's small hand with both hands, and put it on his chest, with a little piety in his expression.

Through the thin clothes, Su Yunran clearly felt the powerful beating of Mo Qingchen's heart, and it spread to her heart all at once, rippling layer by layer.

Su Yun's butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and his pale thin lips opened slightly, wanting to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

After a moment of silence, Su Yunran calmed down and said in a light tone, "Lord Wang, please respect yourself." ”

Mo Qingchen's low laughter sounded in his ears, and there was more force in Su Yunran's hand.

Mo Qingchen's tone was very gentle, "You are very cold. ”

Su Yunran struggled slightly.

Mo Qingchen continued: "It's cold at night, remember not to wear such a thin dress, it's easy to get sick." ”

Su Yunran: "······"

Mo Qingchen stretched out his big slender hand and touched Su Yun's face as white as jade.

Su Yunran was shocked and turned his head hurriedly.

The soft touch on his hand disappeared, Mo Qingchen's eyes flickered slightly, and he gently pinned the green silk on Su Yunran's face behind his ears, with some pampering in his tone.

"Look, my face is so frozen."

After speaking, he gently tapped Su Yun's white forehead.

"It's really not worrying."

Su Yunran: "······"

What the hell is going on?

Mo Qingchen raised his hand, his spiritual power flashed, and a white cloak appeared on his hand, with a low-key and luxurious silver thread outlining delicate dark embroidery, a soft and moist fabric, and a thick snow-colored fox fur on the edge of the big hat, which was quite soft.

Mo Qingchen gently picked up his right hand, and the white cloak on Su Yunran's body automatically fell, and against the background of the thin underwear, Su Yunran looked extremely slender.

When the cold hit, Su Yunran couldn't help but shiver, and for a moment, his whole body was surrounded by warmth. The fine fox fur brought a subtle touch, and Su Yunran looked at Mo Qingchen's bony hands to help him tie the belt.

The white ribbon hung down, and Su Yunran saw that at the end of the ribbon, the silver thread thinly outlined the word "dyeing".

Su Yunran's hands tightened subconsciously, and at that moment, he lost his breath.

Mo Qingchen squatted down, his hands on Su Yunran's thin shoulders, and his ink-like eyes seemed to have a deep vortex.

"This cloak is the only one in the world."

Su Yunran: "······"

I got into trouble with her again······

Can you give her back the earrings first?