Gu Anhao hid in Mo Feimo's arms, and the manager waiting on the floor followed closely behind Mo Feimo and opened the only room on this floor for him.

Before Gu An could fix her eyes, the romantic lights that came to her face enveloped her.

When she looked up, she saw the bright light of the glass, so that she couldn't take her eyes off it.

Gu Anhao was a little confused, "I've never heard of a hotel room built so beautifully, it must be very expensive, right?" ”

Mo Feimo took Gu Anhao's hand and slowly walked to the bedside.

It is an oval bed, the low bed looks a little safer, there is an ink-colored carpet next to the bed, with the glass light in the room, it is cold and a little indescribable temperature, and the matching between colors and colors makes Gu Anhao, a painter, admire it.

"I've had people get it for years, and sometimes I come to stay, but I can't come back a few times a year."

Most of the time, he was in the Garden of Thorns, after all, the Garden of Thorns was his home.

This place, he would only come when he drank too much wine, or when he missed Gu An's good days.

In the past, he always felt that it was difficult for him to get such a place, but when he got it, he thought that one day he would sleep here with Gu Anhao, looking at the glass lights and drinking slightly drunk champagne.

Just thinking about it makes me full of motivation.

I didn't expect that such a day would come.

Mo Feimo leaned over and pressed Gu Anhao under her, she turned her face away with some shame, the alcohol in her body was still playing its due role, Gu Anhao at this moment was still a little confused.

She knew what was happening, but she didn't know why.

It was as if Mo Feimo's kiss fell low at this moment, but she asked in confusion: "Mo Feimo, why did you kiss me?" Don't you hate me? I'm the murderer of your grandmother, I have betrayed your trust and fled, how can you kiss me?

And brought me to this kind of place, and so gentle that you want to sleep with me. ”

In the past, Mo Feimo was very tough and cold, but why did he suddenly change today?

She just pinched her thigh, it's not a dream!

Gu Anhao's head was a little dizzy, but Mo Feimo, who leaned over her, surprised her even more.

Mo Feimo's hand was a little rough on her cheek, and the feeling of friction was like electricity, which made Gu Anhao's whole body tense.

"Okay, I especially want to kiss you today, I especially want to be with you, I especially want to talk to you gently, caress you gently, gently, with you."

This fairy-like love story completely made Gu Anhao fall.

In his eyes, there was only Mo Feimo slowly.

She took the initiative to tilt her head and put it on his thin lips, which were different from the previous blandness, and there was a little more lingering and affection in these thin lips.

That was the feeling that Gu Anhao only had in a dream.

Then, Gu An kissed his ear and whispered in a low voice, "In these four years in St. Petersburg, do you know how much I miss you?" ”

He hadn't felt this way for a long time, the little smug feeling that came up from his heart, and he asked knowingly, "Oh? So how much do you miss me? ”

Gu Anhao didn't look like he was outside at this time, and he wasn't shy at all.

Gu An thought about it for a while, and kissed Mo Feimo fiercely, "There are probably so many!" ”

Mo Feimo, who was stunned by the kiss, immediately reacted and replied with a kiss that doubled the weight, "Then I have so many, more than you!" ”

As soon as he said this, Gu Anhao was not convinced, she didn't believe it, there was anyone in this world who could think more about Mo Feimo than her Gu Anhao, she angrily kissed Mo Feimo's thin lips again, until the other party was a little unable to breathe, "Then I have so many!" Much more than you! ”

She looked at Mo Feimo with a smug smile, like that, it was so cute, it made people want to have her now.

And so—

Gu Anhao was held down fiercely, and he said in her ear, "A kiss doesn't mean anything, I'll show you now, how much I miss you, okay?" ”

Gu Anhao nodded ignorantly.

Unlike every previous time, this time, she could clearly feel that kind of reluctance, that kind of longing, that kind of attachment.

She could only whisper his name, "Mo, not Mo......"