Dressed as a villain's stepmother, I use spiritual springs to raise cubs

Mo Che did not have a carriage with the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Dahai was puzzled: "Since my young lady is traveling with the captain, she should go back together. How can the captain leave my young lady to go back alone, and be blamed by the prime minister?"

"Going home at night, the lonely men and widows in the carriage are not right after all. As for the matter of censure, I will send a letter to the prime minister's residence tomorrow to explain the reason."

"This……"

"Let's go back."

Mo Che spoke in a low voice, a chill flashed across his eyes.

Da Da's back felt cold, he didn't dare to continue to persuade, he could only blame his young lady for being tricked into drinking after a few words, she was as drunk as a puddle of mud, embarrassing to use.

Mo Che walked slowly into the Xia Mansion, but what came to his mind were all the beautiful scenery that he glimpsed by chance in the room of the painting boat.

The moonlight is like washing, and the night wind is also cool.

He feels that he is not a person with too many desires.

Just thinking about it, if Xia Bai'an could also change into a light tulle shirt, or if he could also change into that white fox fur in winter, his mouth would feel dry, and even the cold wind in winter would blow on his face like a knife, and it would become a touching gentleness. knife.

Desires together, no matter how difficult it is to get rid of.

Mo Che quickly walked back to Xia's mansion, seeing that Liu Pipa's room was already dark, and only then remembered that Xia Bai'an was not planning to come back today.

The desire in my heart became depressed and anxious.

The second dog in the corner got up again: "Young Master Mo is back, you two are quite interesting, I thought you two weren't going to come back tonight, but I didn't expect you both came back, I thought it was really a thief Woolen cloth."

Mo Che paused: "She's back?"

"I came back in the middle of the night, took a bath and changed clothes, and went to sleep, but I didn't sleep very soundly, and I made noises in the middle of the night. When the maid at her door just handed over, she complained a few times."

"I see."

Mo Che quickened his pace and walked inside.

The second dog outside the door shrank back into the quilt, staring at Mo Che's back and muttering, "Did this cold-faced man just laugh?"

Mo Che stepped into the dark room, walked around the screen, and saw the woman occupying the entire bed at a glance.

Half of Xia Bai'an's face was buried in the soft quilt, and the remaining half of her side face was buried in Mo Che's pillow, while her own pillow had been kicked to her feet, and even the quilt was only barely covered, and the whole The back is exposed beyond the bedding.

A small white and soft waist was exposed, and half of a jade foot could barely hang on the edge of the bed. The toes were curled up in the cold, but they didn't move forward half a bit.

It's really an uncomfortable sleeping position.

Mo Che stepped forward with dark eyes, and pinched her bare feet, but in exchange for the other's gentle rubbing, his cold toes spontaneously wanted to touch the warmth.

Mo Che let out a chuckle, stuffed her jade feet into the soft quilt, and tucked in the corners of the quilt.

She should have treated her narrow waist in the same way, but when Mo Che touched the soft and tender side of her waist, he intensified his strength by accident, and the sleeping person grunted, but did not dodge.

The rough fingertips brushed over the cold skin, and the warmth bloomed in her lower back like sparks.

Mo Che leaned against the edge of the bed with one leg, and wanted to put his arms around the man's waist and bring him back to the bed, but the sleeping man suddenly turned over, and the whole piece of softness was almost attached to his thigh. One hand still hooked the side of his thigh.

"Hey, pork trotter rice..."

Xia Bai'an murmured indistinctly and wanted to lower his head and take a bite.

But Mo Che pinched his chin to stop him, and instead made Xia Bai'an struggle a little. The already messy skirt of his clothes was opened wide, revealing half of the spring, very charming.

But Mo Che felt like a basin of cold water was pouring down his head.

He reached out and swept her skirt away, his fingertips moved along the delicate collarbone to her shoulders.

Even without moonlight, he could feel the familiar lines on it.

The jade wrench that Yunxue gave him when he was drunk today has such lines, could it be that...

Mo Che stood up abruptly, his gaze was cold and terrifying.

Xia Bai'an suddenly lost his support and was about to wake up, but the next moment, Mo Che took out a bamboo tube from his bosom, opened it, and put it in front of Xia Bai'an's nose, accompanied by an angry warning.

"I hope it's not you."

"..."

Before Xia Bai'an's eyes opened a gap, his whole body fell into a deep sleep as if he had fallen into the darkness.

Mo Che casually threw the bamboo tube into the incense burner next to him, feeling the scent pervading the entire room, he then tore off the clothes on Xia Bai'an's shoulders and lit the candle.

The same cloud patterns.

The thief on the water that he saw at night was actually the woman he shared the bed with.

Why is she there?

There are clearly only two boats there, she can't be on Taiwei Sun's boat, could it be...

Mo Che's eyes sank a bit, his fingertips almost made bruises on Xia Bai'an's shoulder, he got up immediately, and turned to the clothes hanging on the screen.

He remembered that there was a strange smell on the boat.

Behind him, Xia Bai'an groaned, only feeling pain in his shoulder, and he woke up leisurely.

She forced her heavy eyelids up, and her eyes were blurred.

"Who……"

"Same taste."

Mo Che's voice clearly slid into the ear canal, and accompanied by the tingling pain in the back of his neck, Xia Bai'an was completely pulled out of the world filled with white mist.

Her pupils shrank, and she felt like someone had bitten the flesh on the back of her neck.

Clutching the back of her neck and getting up, she smelled the strong fragrance in the room and took a closer look.

Looking at Mo Che, he also looked at the clothes that Mo Che was holding in his hand that belonged to him.

It's impossible for Mo Che not to be able to recognize this weird smell.

"Mo Che, you..."

"Xia Bai'an."

Mo Che blocked Xia Bai'an's questioning with his name. He turned his head, pinched the clothes in his hands stiffly, his eyes almost burst into anger, and he said every word, "Where did you go tonight?"

It was exactly the same fragrance as in the charming room on the investigation painting boat.

And her shoulders, exactly the same cloud pattern.

Xia Bai'an rubbed his forehead in a daze: "That's not the point, the point is that our room was infused with incense, don't you..."

"Answer me, Xia Bai'an."

Mo Che interrupted her again, as if he didn't care about the so-called Mixiang.

Xia Bai'an was at a loss for a moment, not understanding why he was so brooding about what happened tonight, until she saw something at Mo Che's feet...

The lid of the incense burner.

Even if he couldn't discern the incense, he couldn't even see the lid of the censer.

How could he not have noticed Mixiang?

Just when Xia Bai'an got up in a daze, she felt the clothes on her shoulders slipping off, and the cloth brushed against the wound on her shoulders, causing fine stinging pain, which woke her up completely.

All the clues converged into a thread, Xia Bai'an raised his body slightly, and sat down again.

"You are checking me."

"answer me."

Mo Che repeated those words stubbornly, his eyes full of murderous intent locked on her shoulders, "I was sailing at night, and I hit the shoulders of the fleeing thieves with my jade wrench finger, why, this cloud pattern will be on your shoulders, why are you still here?" The scent on the cloth is exactly the same as the smell on the boat."