Madame General, Don’t Aggravate Me!

It stands to reason that Mo Zichen also has no experience.

But some things really don’t need experience.

Following instinct, following impulse, a voice clamored violently for her, for her.

It turns out that no skill is needed. When the love is full of heart, when the whole mind is on the other party, eager to merge with the other party, naturally know what to do.

When everything stopped, his hand still clasped her little waist, and the tip of his nose still touched her tiny nose with reluctance, the flames swaying in the ice eyes, burning each other.

That heat is even worse than the hot spring water temperature.

This was their first time, and also her first time. It was only then that he had already felt it. The layer of separation was so clear and so urgent.

In the water, falling red is naturally nowhere to follow, but it is precisely because in the water, Su Biluo’s body pain was gently washed, so it relieved a lot.

In her crystal clear eyes, what was moving at this time was the narrowing after success.

Finally, they are a veritable couple.

This recognition makes her more happy than physical satisfaction.

She couldn’t help smiling slightly, and she couldn’t hide the little pride of victory.

“You little goblin,” Mo Zichen’s breath is still murky and heavy. “Far away from this general in the future.”

His bored tone and resisting push made Su Biluo regain his sense.

She teased: “I have done everything, but I dare not recognize it. Mo Zichen, don’t let me look down on you.”

“This general cares how you look at me, anyway, you are not the one I like. The person I like must be a kind-hearted woman, so you won’t be as bad as you. You little demon, you don’t hurt others, don’t you hurt? ? “Mo Zichen turned ruthlessly, gritting his teeth.

Su Biluo froze for a moment, and then remembered that he might still be entangled in the matter of Barbara Ke.

“Mo Zichen, I have never loved to explain Su Biluo. However, since you are my husband, I still have to communicate with you. Listen, I will explain it only once.”

“That day, I did n’t want to push your beloved cousin. I just stood there drinking, and I did n’t know what mask she was going to send me. I did n’t even see the ghost shadow of the mask. Then, I was inexplicably murdered. Push it down. “

She looked up at him candidly: “From behind, did you hear clearly? She, your dear cousin pushed me from behind.”

“Why did she do this?” Mo Zichen frowned.

“Humph,” Su Biluo sneered. “You really asked this idiot question, why? You really don’t know? She likes you, and she told you in front of her ancestors that she wants to marry you, don’t you know? Yeah, My Su Biluo has always been implicit in expressing his feelings, but your gentle cousin does n’t seem to be implicit yet? Is it? ”

Mo Zichen’s eyes were silent and silent.

Su Biluo said simply: “You think about it, she has now abandoned Nanman and Dongling. She wants to escape from that perverted Prince. Then the only reliance is on you and the ancestor. If she hurts Die me, according to the love of her ancestors for her, she will soon become your wife. As long as she is your wife, what is the reason for her to watch the blue light and accompany the ancient Buddha? “

Mo Zichen’s face was also ugly.

Su Biluo looked at him coldly: “On the boat, only me and her know, so I said what I should say, you can do it yourself. Trust me, or trust her, you choose.”

Su Biluo picked up Muzi Chen’s mud coat off the shore and dripped to the other side, silently washing his clothes.

In this kind of ghost village, even the aborigines have to be covered with leaves. Where can they find decent clothes for them to change? It is wise to wash and dry your clothes as soon as possible.

Mo Zichen looked at her from the back and looked down at the clothes. She felt like she was hit by something in her heart, and she couldn’t calm down for a long time.

Indeed, only the two of them knew what was happening on the ship.

Moreover, Manyu Ke also has a motive for committing the crime.

However, Sister Yu Ke was gentle and kind since childhood, is it possible to do so? Moreover, Su Biluo is an elf, he has long been taught by the eloquence, businessmen, the dead can be said to be alive, how can the black be floated into white?

After thinking about it, Mo Zichen decided to reserve his opinion, and everything waited for Luoxia Island, returned to Beimo, and saw Man Yu Ke, and confronted Su Biluo.

Mo Zichen didn’t want to soak in the hot spring for too long, and just now the battle had been long enough. So he flowed over, picked up Su Biluo’s clothes on the other side and washed them.

Su Biluo was half-washed and raised her eyes to see this scene, half surprised with cherry lips.

It was unexpected that this macho man would actually wash her clothes.

A sweet feeling filled my heart.

She hung her clothes on the bank, and then walked over, silently took her clothes from him and continued to wash. After washing, she also hung on the stones on the bank.

“I know, you don’t necessarily believe me right away. After all, you and your cousin grew up together. For a couple of decades, how could you not believe her, but believe me who has known you for half a year?”

Mo Zichen replied frankly: “Yes, right or wrong, just wait to go back and confront.”

Su Bi’s eyes dimmed for a few moments: “I am now worried about Yingyue and entering the painting. I don’t know how they are? If Ling Yichen is in doubt, will he be taken away by him?”

“It’s useless to worry, it’s been so long, what has happened has happened …” Mo Zichen said the truth again.

Su Biluo immediately hugged him and patted him gently, trying to comfort him.

Who knows this hug, but hugged his reaction.

The so-called “spiritual taste”, after one time, he seemed more sensitive to her.

Only in this hug, Mo Zichen’s ice eyes burst into a hot flame, and this time, he took the initiative.

The hot tongue of moxibustion couldn’t wait to **** her, and the wild and cold breath stirred her eager heart.

She clung to him like a water grass, wrapped around it, around him, trembling with a delicate tremor, he hugged her tightly, the rough big hand moved up and down restlessly, the soft touch like sheep fat Trembling his fingertips.

Her eyes are like water, and her eyes are deep and blurry, and the blue silk is like seaweed, floating in the waves.

He is no longer hypocritical, and indulges himself to include her in his body.

She finally uttered a charming voice, and in his wild rhythm, she could only resist death once …

For a long time, Su Biluo has been completely conquered, and the weak is lying on his muscular chest.

“Forgive me, Xiang Gong–” The honey-like voice was hoarse, begging gently.

Mo Zichen chuckled softly, gently kissed her earlobe, and then whispered hoarsely in her ear: “Okay, let me go …”

He let her go, stood up, and put on the stone clothes.

Hey, are the clothes already dry?