The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

After Su Mucheng left, Mo Yanchen came out of the bathroom. The man's face was gloomy. He was looking at the hospital's annual data with Xiao Han. By chance, she came.

night.

Su Mucheng came out of the shower and saw Mo Yanchen staring at her.

After coming back from the hospital, he looked a little different.

She touched her face: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Mo Yanchen said nothing, just looked at her.

His girl has such a deep psychological shadow, and he doesn't even know it.

No wonder, it was raining that day when she fell on the tombstone.

She was so vulnerable and helpless when she called him.

How painful it must be for her to be shrouded in nightmares.

"Yan Chen?"

Seeing that he was distracted, Su Mucheng walked over strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

After a moment, Mo Yanchen shook his head, pulled his lips and smiled: "It's okay."

He stretched out his hand to hold the towel on her head, his voice was hoarse and his movements were extremely gentle: "Come here, I'll blow dry your hair."

Su Mucheng lay on his lap obediently, closing her eyes and enjoying it.

The girl's peaceful face looked just like usual, nothing strange at all.

Mo Yanchen's eyes deepened and his hair was almost blown. He lowered his head and kissed her gently on the center of her eyebrows: "Baby, I'm sorry."

His voice was hoarse.

Su Mucheng opened her eyes suddenly, and met the man's black eyes as deep as a pool.

The voice was deep and hoarse, like the strings of a piano playing over her heart. It seemed to carry extreme distress and guilt, spreading to her limbs and bones, making her heart tremble uncontrollably.

"Yan Chen?"

"It's okay." The man rubbed her soft hair, lowered his head and touched her forehead.

His eyelashes were thick and long, very beautiful. She could clearly see the color of his pupils, which were very bright, but for some reason, the deepest part of his pupils seemed to be filled with endless darkness.

This kind of him has a crazy handsomeness, which is very attractive.

Filled with lust, Su Mucheng raised her hand to hook the back of the man's neck. The distance between the two was already close, so she pulled gently and her lips brushed against the corner of his lips.

Mo Yanchen's pupils darkened, he didn't move or take a step forward, looking at her with his dark eyes.

"Yan Chen." She blinked.

The curled eyelashes lightly fanned his face, tickling his heart.

"Baby, what do you want to do?"

Su Mucheng narrowed her eyes slightly, opened her mouth and bit the man's chin. With a little force, he made him groan.

"Playing with fire? Huh?"

The girl smiled, her beautiful features gleaming: "Is that okay?"

Mo Yanchen stared at her, and she looked at him fearlessly without any hesitation. Their eyes were entangled with each other, and they were so hot that it was hard to resist.

After a while, the man's Adam's apple rolled and he laughed hoarsely: "Is that so?"

His voice was low and seductive: "That's...ok."

He raised his eyebrows and said in a seductive voice: "Are you satisfied? Huh?"

Su Mucheng: "..."

The dark color in the man's eyes surged violently, and his eye sockets gradually became scarlet.

He tightened his grip around her waist and brought her close to him, his voice already hoarse: "Little villain, you've gone too far, and the consequences will be serious."

tear one by one

It was the sound of the bathrobe being torn apart, slowly floating from the air to the ground.

This time, Su Mucheng's fire was indeed a little stronger.

In just two hours, she was sweating profusely. Her hair, which she had just blow-dried, was soaked with sweat and stuck to her face. Even her eyes were starting to become blurry.

"Mo Yanchen."

Her voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, and she moved her arms, but couldn't lift them.

"Mo Yanchen, calm down."

He looked at her, pushing her sweat-wet hair to one side with his fingers, trying to be as gentle as possible.

"Baby, I...may lose control."

"You dare!" She gritted her teeth viciously.

I feel like I'm going to die.

The forbearance in the man's eyes was clearly visible, but the redness that couldn't be suppressed became increasingly intense.

I just don't want to talk.

The night is haunting.

The winter outside the window seems to have become warmer, and the moonlight hangs in the sky with a shy tone.

The veins on the back of the man's hands are bulging extremely obvious, like a violent beast, getting more and more irritated.