As if suddenly realizing something, Su Yunran's pupils shrank suddenly, his body stiffened, and his breathing couldn't help but be a little shorter.

Mo Qingchen gently clasped Su Yunran's head, kissed Su Yunran's pale thin lips carefully, with irresistible strength and temperature, lingering with the deepest affection, weaving a huge net, deeply trapped in it.

Between his lips and teeth, he felt the temperature from his lips, which could not be ignored, and in his ears was Mo Qingchen's powerful and slightly chaotic heartbeat, Su Yunran's eyebrows trembled, and his eyes lost their original calmness, flashing with countless fragments of light.

His heart was beating chaotically, and Su Yun's white and tender little hands tightly grasped Mo Qingchen's clothes, constantly tightening, and there was a terrifying white color at the joints.

As if feeling Su Yunran's uneasiness and nervousness, Mo Qingchen tried his best to slow down his breath, and his slender and good-looking hand moved to Su Yunran's thin back, patting it gently, with a soothing meaning, and the place where the tip of the burning tongue kissed brought a sense of trembling.

The stiff body slowly relaxed, his eyebrows trembled, and a bright light crossed his eyes, Su Yunran sighed silently, and slowly closed his eyes.

The slender and fair-skinned little hand let go of Mo Qingchen's shirt and wrapped it around his neck, Su Yunran leaned towards Mo Qingchen, his lips moved slightly, and responded to Mo Qingchen's kiss.

The deep joy overwhelmed him, Mo Qingchen raised his hand, hugged Su Yunran tightly, and buckled it into his arms, with such a great force, as if he wanted to integrate her into his blood, with an inexplicable obsession, the world will not change.

The two of them breathed intertwined, both of them were a lot shorter, and their heartbeats were chaotic into throbbing without knowing who was who.

In the cool night, the night breeze blows lightly, holding the falling petals, dancing for the last time in life, fluttering, perfect curtain call.

Outside the barrier, the chill is everywhere, gloomy everything, and the enthusiasm is frozen.

In the enchantment, the warm colors are dense, flowing with tenderness.

Among the petals one after another, only the woman in white and the man in the black robe were left, hugging and kissing each other tightly.

The insect whispered and told the untold story shallowly.

The moonlight is fluttering and dripping.

Time is quiet and beautiful, and the warm flowers are here, quietly blooming, flowing with warm colors.

***

The mild sunlight of the early morning shines through the window paper and spills into the room, and the books on the illuminated table are translucent and hazy.

Su Yunran slowly opened his eyes from his sleep, and the top of the tent was smoky blue, the soft brocade quilt was full of warmth, and there was a faint flow of spiritual power.

After a little breathing, Su Yunran sat up and reached out to pick up the bed curtain.

As soon as he put on his shoes, Wuqing walked from the other side of the screen, saluted Su Yunran respectfully, and said softly: "Miss Seven, the slave maid is here to serve Miss Seven to wash." ”

Su Yunran's hand, which was wearing his coat, stopped slightly, but in an instant, it returned to normal.

Facing Wuqing slightly, Su Yunran smiled lightly, and said softly: "I'm tired." ”

"Miss Seven is polite."

Wuqing leaned over slightly, then raised his feet to Su Yunran's side, and carefully sorted out Su Yunran's slightly messy clothes.

After a while, Su Yun was dressed in white, bypassed the elegant screen, and came to sit down on the low couch.

Mo Qingchen raised his hand, waved it casually, and motioned for Wuqing to retreat.

After all the people in the house had left, and the room was quiet, Mo Qingchen picked up the jade comb on the table, and carefully combed Su Yun's soft green silk, with a serious expression and a bit of piety.

Su Yunran leaned on the low couch boredly, his slender fingers brushing the yellowed pages, his expression was lazy, and his movements were extremely careless.

Mo Qingchen's slender fingers passed through Su Yun's dense green silk, and his movements were gentle, as if he wanted to entangle his mind into it, and integrate it into the heart of the woman in front of him, never fading.

In just a moment, Mo Qingchen put down the jade comb, and a satisfied look appeared on his stunning face.

Looking at the two people leaning on each other in the mirror, Su Yunran's calm gaze softened, and there was a smile between his eyebrows.

Mo Qingchen raised his hand and hooked the green silk on the side of Su Yunran's face behind her ear, and her slender fingers brushed her fair cheeks, bringing up a little warmth.

Feeling that his heartbeat was a little chaotic again, Su Yunran couldn't help but turn his head away, avoiding Mo Qingchen's meaningful gaze, and coughed lightly uncomfortably.

Mo Qingchen raised his lips suddenly, and chuckled directly, with undisguised pleasure, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of pampering and gentleness.

The flush gradually crept up Su Yunran's small earlobe, blending on her white jade-like face, adding a bit of charm to her already delicate countenance.

Looking at Su Yunran like this, Mo Qingchen was in a good mood, he raised his hand, gently picked up Su Yunran's delicate chin, and his cool lips were imprinted on her pale thin lips.

Su Yunran shook suddenly, but his consciousness was surrounded by a scorching breath, and he gradually became confused, his hands couldn't help but wrap around Mo Qingchen, and his clear eyes trembled, glowing with a strange streamer, like a ripple.

After a while, Mo Qingchen Fang let go of Su Yunran, took her thin body into his arms, and gently patted her back with his big bony hands.

Su Yunran's breathing was a little short, quietly leaning on Mo Qingchen's arms and panting, his delicate little face was full of redness, his eyebrows were as thick as butterfly feathers, and his clear eyes were full of confusion.

When his breathing recovered, Su Yunran raised his eyebrows, raised his hand and slammed it on Mo Qingchen's shoulder, with a slight look of anger.

"Okay, okay, my bad."

"It's Ah Ran who is so beautiful, I didn't control myself, Ah Ran dissipated his anger."

Mo Qingchen smiled and took Su Yunran's little hand, his low and mellow voice was full of pampering and patience, as if he was coaxing a child, gentle and murmuring.

"Don't hurt your hands."

As he spoke, Mo Qingchen took Su Yunran's small hand, approached it to his mouth, and blew it gently, his gentle eyes full of pity.

Hearing this, Su Yunran's face suddenly darkened, and he raised his other hand and hit Mo Qingchen's chest, with a little anger and shyness in his subtle voice.

"Let you talk nonsense again."

"Shut up."

When the words fell, the slender white and tender little hand hit Mo Qingchen's chest again.

"Okay, I'll just shut up."

Mo Qingchen held that hand and held it in his palm, passing on his own temperature and warming the hand with coolness.

"Let's have breakfast."

After speaking, Mo Qingchen stood up, picked up Su Yunran carefully, raised his feet and walked outside the house, the hem of his dark clothes was gently brushed, bringing a gentle arc, and even the breath dripping on weekdays was all restricted, and there was a warm atmosphere left.

The breeze as thin as celadon blew across his cheeks, bringing bursts of warmth, Su Yunran squinted slightly, and a somewhat comfortable color appeared on his face.

Nestled in Mo Qingchen's arms and had breakfast, Su Yunran moved lazily, looked around boredly, flattened his mouth, and leaned back into Mo Qingchen's arms, his head resting on his warm chest.

"But tired?"

Seeing this, Mo Qingchen couldn't help but hang his head, his slender fingers gently rubbed Su Yunran's head, and his voice lowered slightly. , you are lonely, the young lady warms you with a movie