The reborn little ancestor is handsome and flirty

At this time, Mo Yuan.

After the phone call, Mo Yanchen came out of the bathroom in a happy mood, with a bath towel wrapped around his body.

It's still loose, as if it's about to fall off if touched.

The black hair is still wet, dripping with water, hitting the tight abdominal muscles along the chin, and finally disappears shyly on the white bath towel.

The facial features are sharp and exquisite, the deep black eyes hide a gentle smile, and the eyebrows are endlessly restrained.

Just like the sudden flash of pride in the cold wind.

The corners of his eyes were slightly raised, wanton and wild. He looked towards the bed, and the corners of his lips were slowly raised.

I originally wanted to endure it a little longer, waiting for her to feel better again.

But he couldn't bear it, this bad guy kept seducing him.

Since Xiao Han said it was okay, he would do it one by one

"Baby."

Su Mucheng was playing with her mobile phone. When she heard the voice, she looked up and looked at it. "Wow, what a picture of a beautiful man taking a bath."

She rested her head on her hands and leaned back lazily on the bed. The corners of her eyes were slightly raised, looking wild and outrageous.

A laugh escaped Mo Yanchen's throat, he picked up a towel to dry his hair, raised his legs and walked to the bed.

The loose bath towel followed his footsteps, hanging there as if it couldn't fall off.

Desire is overwhelming.

It makes people want to commit a crime.

Su Mucheng narrowed her eyes and stared, not shying away at all.

even one by one

She smiled seductively: "It's thanks to your great hooks, otherwise that bath towel wouldn't be so well-made."

The man held her face, bent down and kissed the corner of her lips, lingering and intoxicated: "I haven't used it for more than a year. I don't know if it has become stronger again."

His voice rose quietly at the end, hiding a chuckle that vibrated out of his chest, extremely intoxicating.

"What?" Su Mucheng tilted her head: "Try?"

After saying that, she stretched out a finger and pulled off the loose bath towel with a flick of her finger.

"Baby Yiyi"

Su Mucheng raised her head and was about to say something when her eyes suddenly stopped and stopped at Mo Yanchen's bare chest.

There, on the left side of the heart, there is a very beautiful little girl, smiling.

She was stunned for a moment, as if her breathing had stopped, and raised her head: "You got the tattoo?"

It was a tattoo, and the design was hers.

Mo Yanchen took her hand, put it to his lips and kissed her, and responded lazily. The voice overflowed from his throat, low and deep.

Su Mucheng felt as if her heart was tightly squeezed by something. She stretched out her hand to touch him with trembling fingertips.

After a long time, he asked: "Does it hurt?"

Such a complicated tattoo must be very painful.

The man smiled: "It doesn't hurt."

How could it hurt? She was the only one who could hurt him. He was almost hurt to death by her. How could it hurt if it was just a tattoo?

There was no anesthetic, so he didn't feel any pain.

"Mo Yanchen."

Su Mucheng raised her head, her face expressionless, only her eyes were red, and the mist was moist: "Have you taken any anesthesia?"

He was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, and then answered truthfully: "No."

She stared at him, then lowered her eyes to look at the tattoo. After a moment, she suddenly laughed.

When she originally tattooed the flower of the other side, she didn't use anesthetic.

And now, he is the same as her.

When Mo Yanchen saw her red eyes, he was a little panicked. He was afraid that she would cry, so he immediately kissed her eyes and coaxed her: "It really doesn't hurt."

It's true, it doesn't hurt.

At least, he didn't have to listen to the recordings she left to get through the pain every day.

At least, it didn't hurt as much as him watching her unconscious.

For 457 days, what supported him, apart from that tiny bit of invisible hope, were their recordings and photos.

He listens to it every day, tirelessly, and sometimes laughs along with it.

like a fool.

"Baby." Su Mucheng quickly hugged Mo Yanchen's waist, closed her eyes, and kissed his lips. Her teeth bit the corner of his lips, and her voice was hoarse and unreasonable: "I want you."

"I want to force you."

"Little bastard."

The man grabbed the back of the girl's neck with his backhand and kissed her hard.

The bedroom, which had been deserted for more than a year, was once again filled with passion.

On an autumn day, there is still a looming moonlight outside the window, bright and bright.

inside.

He hugged her: "Baby."

"Baby."

Whispered in her ear over and over again.

He kissed her face, eyebrows, bridge of nose, and lips with extreme tenderness.

A pair of eyes, dyed with dark red, like delicate roses, reflected on the girl's extremely white and alluring body.

"Baby."

Su Mucheng bit Mo Yanchen's chin, her hands and feet became weak: "I'm tired, I'm tired."

Uncreated, this newly awakened body.

The man held her waist. The little girl had lost weight and her waist was even thinner than before. He could squeeze it completely with both hands without any effort.

It was so thin and soft that he didn't dare to use too much force for fear that it would break accidentally.

Under the quilt, a big hand with distinct joints stretched out and took out a small package from the drawer of the bedside table.

He kissed Su Mucheng's earlobe and coaxed her in a low voice: "Baby, help me put it on."

Su Mucheng: "..."