With a "hum" that was not light or heavy, and flattened his mouth again, Su Yunran tilted his head, his voice was gloomy, with a bit of mockery.

"One is difficult and one is easy, true and false, false and real."

The head rubbed against Mo Qingchen's chest, Su Yunran snorted softly again, pinched the slender jade-like fingers in his hand, and narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.

"This ink is light, but this seemingly cliché method is very good."

Feeling the undisguised anger of the person in his arms, Mo Qingchen frowned slightly, and couldn't help but hold the petite body a little tighter, and his chin rested on the top of her hair, rubbing it gently, with a soothing meaning.

"Ah Ran, do you want Miss Ruan to marry King Sheng?"

"Sort of."

With a shallow sigh, Su Yunran nodded, his thick eyelashes drooped, and he couldn't see his emotions.

"In this imperial capital, Bingxin is one of the few people who is really good friends with me."

"Let's not talk about whether she and Na Moqing, whether there is really a deep relationship that people say, let her marry Moqing, looking at the current situation in Xiling, it will undoubtedly send her into the abyss."

"And"

After a pause, as if thinking about something, after a moment of silence, Su Yunran slowly raised his head, and a pair of moist eyes looked at Mo Qingchen's eyes fixedly, with an inexplicable crystal light flashing in between.

The hands holding Mo Qingchen's hands tightened a little, Su Yunran sighed deeply, his head lightly rested on his warm chest, and there was a clear and powerful heartbeat in his ears.

"Ah Ran?"

Looking at such an abnormal Su Yunran, Mo Qingchen's brows furrowed a little tighter, and his voice was much softer.

"What's wrong?"

"Qingchen."

A voice as clear as jade sounded, Su Yunran buried his head in the placket of Mo Qingchen's chest, and at that moment, he seemed to calm down again.

Holding the person in his arms a little tighter, Mo Qingchen responded in a deep voice: "I'm here." ”

"Last time Gong Zhaohui's birthday, that old thing from Xiling sent you over, in fact, he had a plan."

Slightly stunned, Mo Qingchen finally nodded and responded: "Hmm." ”

"That time, you were attacked by several elders, and your internal injuries were extremely serious, so among them, not only the old thing's people, but also the ink light handwriting."

Mo Qingchen let out a low "um" again, and didn't say much, but just hugged the person in his arms tighter, with inexplicable stubbornness.

At this time, Su Yunran chuckled suddenly, with an inexplicable cold aura.

"That being the case, then Mo Qingye is your enemy."

"If it's in the future"

With another deep sigh, Su Yunran raised his head, looked at Mo Qingchen's slightly stunned face fixedly, raised his lips, and smiled desolately.

"I don't want to be the enemy of Bingxin."

At that moment, Mo Qingchen seemed to hear the sound of the ice breaking and collapsing.

It seemed that a warm current poured out from the deepest part of his heart, instantly enveloping him and infiltrating all the meridians.

Mo Qing is his enemy of Mo Qingchen, that's right.

Ah Ran means that if Miss Ruan marries Mo Qing, the two are in the same camp.

In the future, Mo Qing and his Mo Qingchen will inevitably have a head-to-head confrontation, and at that time, if Miss Ruan and Mo Qing are united, then Ah Ran

Will be on your side, will you?

She said she was reluctant to make an enemy of Ms. Nguyen.

That means that Ah Ran will be the enemy of Na Moqing?

Realizing this, Mo Qingchen didn't know why, feeling that his heart, which had been empty and silent for a long time, suddenly became full, and the deep warmth penetrated into the depths of his blood and bones.

The woman in front of her had a delicate face, and her clear eyes were covered with a faint layer of water at this time, with a faint sense of helplessness.

"Ah Ran."

With a deep sigh, Mo Qingchen stretched out his hand and gently picked up the head of the woman in his arms, his forehead against her white forehead, and his warm breath sprayed on Su Yun's white face.

"How fortunate I am Mo Qingchen to be able to have you with me in this life."

As he spoke, his slender fingers grasped Su Yunran's small chin, raised her chin slightly, her eyes were a little blurry, and her sharp thin lips were solemnly printed on the pale and slightly cool thin lips.

The familiar cold fragrance surrounded him, and in a daze, Su Yunran's breath stagnated for a few moments, blinked his eyes, and a little dazed color quickly flashed in his eyes, and then spread a layer of shame.

For a while, Su Yunran's usually calm and calm face was dyed with a layer of red, and the hands that fell on his side moved a little helplessly, hesitated for a moment, and finally wrapped around Mo Qingchen's neck.

The touch on the lips was soft, with a bit of coolness, and the bitter medicinal fragrance lingered on the tip of the nose, as if with some kind of strange magic, making Mo Qingchen's breath heavier and more urgent.

The slender fingers lifted Su Yunran's subconsciously lowered jaw, allowing the woman in her arms to meet her kiss head-on, and then the big palm moved to the back of Su Yunran's head, and the fingers passed through the supple green silk, imprisoning the head that was constantly dodging, not allowing her to escape.

The other hand was tightly holding Su Yunran's slender waist, constantly tightening, pressing the delicate body towards himself, as if he was going to use all his life's strength to integrate the woman in his arms into his own blood and bones.

Never separate.

As if he was not satisfied with the grinding on his lips, Mo Qingchen's breathing became a little shorter, with inexplicable eagerness, his broad tongue tracing Su Yun's lips a few times, and pressing the hand behind her head a little harder.

The movements of the two people were very green, and there was no skill to speak of, and Mo Qingchen's movements carried a surging momentum, as if they were going to devour Su Yunran.

Such a menacing kiss made Su Yunran a little unbearable, and the big palm on his waist clearly transmitted the scorching temperature through his clothes.

That kind of temperature made Su Yun feel like he was going to be burned.

Gently tapping the white teeth, Mo Qingchen's breathing became a little heavier, and the burning tongue drove straight in, leaving its own breath in Su Yunran's mouth, domineeringly occupying her entire mouth.

Breathing suddenly, Su Yunran opened his eyes slightly, and his eyebrows kept trembling.

The sight was blurred, and the man in front of him closed his eyes tightly, with an undisguised sense of joy between his eyebrows, and his face was dyed with a bit of confusion, with a sense of intoxication.

This kind of Mo Qingchen made Su Yunran a little surprised, and even, a little flustered.

The heartbeats are staggered more and more chaotic, and the soldiers are chaotic, I don't know who is confused by whom, and who is intoxicated with whom?

Sensing Su Yunran's distraction, Mo Qingchen bit her lip gently, slightly dissatisfied, and the moment she came back to her senses, he also opened his eyes.

Between the four eyes, there seemed to be something, and between the two of them, it exploded suddenly.

The soft shoots are invisibly generated, and between the hearts of the two, silently, and deeply rooted.