The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

Su Mucheng's heart palpitated. She grabbed the man's broad shoulders, stood on tiptoes, and kissed his thin lips.

Little by little, like gentle medicine, the heavy self-sorrow in his heart was dissolved.

He heard the girl's affectionate and soft voice say: "Husband, even if you really want my life one day, I will not hesitate, because you are the love of my life."

Mo Yanchen's eyes trembled fiercely, and he suddenly grabbed her waist and pressed her closer to him.

He looked into the girl's clean and pure pupils, and there were thousands of stars for him there.

"Baby."

He put his big hand on the back of her head and rolled her throat hard.

The sound that escaped from her throat was extremely small, but Su Mucheng could still hear it clearly.

He said: "I would rather break your bones and ashes than give up anything from you."

Su Mucheng smiled softly, with tears in her eyes.

I would rather break her bones and spread ashes than hurt her at all.

Yes.

Wasn't that what he was like in his previous life?

My silly Yanchen, do you know that I am not the same?

If the final bloody storm cannot be avoided, then... Yan Chen, please let me exchange my life for yours.

Between the friction of lips and teeth, the floor was covered with pieces of clothing.

He pressed her on the bed and held her in his arms.

Those deep red eyes stared at his girl with burning eyes.

"Baby……"

He murmured softly, moved his thin lips behind her ears, and his well-jointed fingers intertwined with hers bit by bit, clasping their fingers tightly.

In the blink of an eye, a series of seductive sounds came from the presidential suite.

He kissed her neck bit by bit, all the way down.

There is affection everywhere you go.

The girl's alluring body almost made him lose control several times.

Sweat wet the broken hair on his forehead, dripped on her smooth back, and bloomed like diamonds.

"Baby……"

Su Mucheng held his arm tightly, her nails digging into his flesh, leaving patches of eye-catching red.

****

noon the next day.

Ge Yun and Hang Ti waited for a long time but didn't see Su Mucheng's shadow.

He angrily stamped his cane on the ground: "This monkey in the sky is acting wild again!"

Everyone is gone!

"..."

Hang Ti lowered her head and said nothing. She guessed that she must have been abducted by that person.

She couldn't help but comfort Ge Yun: "Master, senior sister usually likes to sleep in like a pig, but now she might still be dreaming about Duke Zhou."

"..."

Someone who had already had a dream with Duke Zhou was lying on the bed staring at the culprit with bitter hatred.

"Mo Yanchen! What a good thing you did!"

The man was sitting on the edge of the bed with a deep smile on his lips. He was still holding the medicine for his private parts in his hand.

Su Mucheng: "..."

I'm pretty damn prepared!

He lifted the quilt and held her slender ankle: "Baby, don't move, you are hurt."

Su Mucheng gritted her teeth: "..."

Can you not get hurt?

She can't move now!

Burning pain.

Su Mucheng's inability to move just made it easier for a certain man to move.

He moved gently, and Mo Yanchen frowned when he saw the redness and swelling, and squeezed out the ointment, which was transparent.

The voice was exceptionally soft: "Don't move, I'll give you some medicine."

"hiss"

When she first touched it, Su Mucheng couldn't help but take a breath, and felt a cool mint-like feeling coming from there, which dispelled her pain and felt very comfortable.

The man was attentive and careful, and his fingers were light and gentle.

But this could no longer arouse Su Mucheng's tenderness.

She gave up her face and lay there without any image, letting him fiddle with her.

Staring at the ointment in his hand, I couldn't help but ask, "Where did you get it from?"

The man curled his lips and said proudly: "I carry it with me everywhere."

"Fuck you uncle!"

Unable to bear it anymore, Su Mucheng spit out the fragrance.

Her eyes widened and she couldn't believe her ears.

What the hell was he talking about?

Carry?

Think it's cold medicine?Does he carry it with him?

"Mo Yanchen."

Su Mucheng suddenly called him by his first name, her delicate little face expressionless: "Tell me the truth, do you want to press me on the bed and rub me all day long?"

"No." The man replied very seriously.

After the medicine was applied, he raised his head and looked at Su Mucheng. He saw the naked disbelief in her eyes and smiled: "I don't think about it all day long, but every moment."

Su Mucheng: "..."

What's the matter with wanting to hit someone?

"Mo Yanchen." She suddenly curved her lips and called him meaningfully.

"Ok?"

The man raised his eyes and met her beautiful face with deep eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"

Then I heard the girl tilt her head and say: "Who the hell said last night that they would rather break my bones than hurt me at all?"

Mo Yanchen: "..."

He smiled, lifted the quilt and hugged her: "This is different for me."

Porcelain white fingers gently pinched her small face that felt good to the touch, and the smile at the corner of her mouth deepened: "This is how I love you."

Su Mucheng: "..."

The country owes you a double-standard statuette.