From the birth of a son to the separation of Nuwa and her path to becoming a god

Several girls in the class were teasing him behind his back.

"Have you seen that Mo Youlin? My god, where did he get those ugly clothes?"

“My grandfather doesn’t wear them.”

"This is so funny, did you see his shoes? Adimius, what brand are they?"

"Actually, Mo Youlin is quite handsome, but his clothes are too rustic."

"Then go and be with him."

"I don't want to. If I take him out to meet people, wouldn't that make me lose face?"

Mo Youlin stayed at the entrance for a long time without moving.

He didn't know whether he should just go in and pretend nothing happened, or scold them?

Growing up in a poor family, his adoptive parents always taught him to stay out of trouble at school. Even when he returned to his real parents' home, he still could not learn to argue with others.

At this moment, Meng Liu from the front row turned around and said to the girls: "Can you please shut up? You are disturbing my studies."

Although Meng Liu did not speak for him, she stopped several girls from talking.

Mo Youlin thought this girl was so cool at that time.

Because she dares to speak out her needs directly.

After returning home that day, he mustered up the courage to tell his parents for the first time: "I want to buy some new clothes."

The parents were so moved that they were about to cry. Mo's mother even booked the entire shopping mall and was about to move all the clothing stores back home.

At that time, Mo Youlin realized that sometimes it was not that difficult to express one's needs.

Maybe the seeds of secret love were planted at that time.

Meng Liu was not satisfied with his distraction, so she bit the tip of his tongue lightly and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Mo Youlin came back to his senses and impatiently sucked her: "I miss you."

Meng Liu accepted his initiative, and her hand couldn't help but slipped into his clothes and touched his back.

The man's tense muscles reminded her that he was enduring.

She pinched his muscles. Mo Youlin paused and moved closer to her impatiently.

It was as if he wanted to rub her into his bones and blood, with an intimate and gentle kiss.

After the lines of the back were almost outlined, Meng Liu moved his hands to the chest.

The muscles would bounce back, and she couldn't help but press on them.

Their lips parted and Mo Youlin leaned on the crook of her neck and panted.

Why did this person stop like this?

Meng Liu kicked him in dissatisfaction: "Is there something wrong with you?"

How could you fail at the critical moment?

Mo Youlin let out a muffled chuckle, and the hot breath from his nose fanned onto her neck, giving her goose bumps.

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

He had to take it slow, mainly because it was his first time experiencing something like this and he was afraid of being embarrassed, so he wanted to endure this wave of feelings before continuing.

"What do you think?" Meng Liu answered half reproachfully and half coquettishly.

Mo Youlin stood up and looked at her. The girl's fragrance filled his nose. He sniffed and said, "You look quite cute like this."

Meng Liu: "..."

Who allowed you to comment on me?

Mo Youlin watched her jumping up and down with a smile, but he also knew the limit. If he really pissed her off, he would suffer.

He lowered his head again.

Men's hands are just a little rougher than women's.

He didn't kiss her for too long. He simply sat up, grabbed the hem of his clothes and lifted it up, revealing lines that were even smoother and sexier than in the poster.

The texture is distinct and there is a slight hint of hot sweat.

Meng Liu was confused again. This must be a male Bodhisattva.

Who are you trying to seduce by exercising your body to look so good? How shameless!

He was very close to her, steaming.

Meng Liu's breathing suddenly became disordered.

Her skin felt like it was on fire. She had experienced this scene countless times, so why was she still blushing?

The spirit of not wanting to admit defeat emerged again, and she stared at him fearlessly. Mo Youlin's hands were very beautiful, slender and long, with perfectly shaped joints, and very flexible.

In the dim environment, the two people's eyes suddenly met.

His eyes were dark, and it was hard to tell his true emotions at the moment, but one could feel the heat.

What's hot?

Mo Youlin, who was very close to her, obviously felt it as well. He took out the glowing jade hairpin from her skirt pocket.

"This is?"

Meng Liu's heart skipped a beat.

What does the master want her to do?

It was really inopportune, how could she leave in this condition?

She dodged the jade hairpin and threw it next to the pillow: "No matter."

Mo Youlin didn't comment, but the green light made the whole environment look a little weird.

The lily hairpin glowed for a while, then perhaps because it received no response, it gradually went out.

Mo Youlin scanned her inch by inch. If his gaze could become reality, there was no doubt that she had been torn apart and eaten.

"Buzz buzz buzz." The cell phone beside me started vibrating again.

Meng Liu was so angry, what was going on? Everyone disturbed her today!

Can't she have some meat?

She took it and saw that it was Xu Lian.

She answered the phone with anger: "What?"

"Senior sister, your master is looking for you. If you are free now, please go back to the sect."

Ling Xiaozi has also learned to keep up with the times and even knows how to find someone by phone.

Mo Youlin smiled, lying beside her and playing with her hands: "If you are busy, go back first."

He didn't hear the voice on the other end of the phone clearly, but he knew that as a female boss, Meng Liu would not have so much free time.

Workers can also find excuses to refuse to work overtime by saying that it is after get off work hours.

The boss is different.

After being interrupted again and again, Meng Liu really lost interest. She pinched Mo Youlin's face.

Turning around, getting out of bed and putting on shoes: "Wait, sister will find you next time."

Mo Youlin's face suddenly darkened: "Am I the duck you ordered?"

"of course not."

His expression softened a little.

"You're free."

What it means is that he is worse than a duck, he does it for free while others charge for it.

He didn't argue with her and took her arm: "I'll take you there."

"No need." Meng Liu glanced at him obscurely, "Take care of yourself first."

Mo Youlin's forehead twitched. He was quite shy at first, but suddenly became shy. He hugged the quilt to cover his body and asked dryly, "What is our relationship now?"

Meng Liu raised his eyebrows and gave him a look that said you know what I mean: "What do you think?"

There is more than one man in this world. As a master of slacking, he certainly cannot confirm his relationship with anyone. But after Mo Youlin was played by her, he couldn't just say that there was no relationship, so what the specific relationship was depended on his own imagination.

She never admitted anything anyway.

Later I found out that she had other men, but I couldn't say anything to her.

After coming out of the cinema, Meng Liu found a secret place and flew back to the sect using an invisible talisman.

I don't know why you are still looking for her at this time?

Ling Xiaozi sat upright in his cave.

The jade hairpin he had nurtured for thousands of years had long been equivalent to his second pair of eyes. He gave it to his apprentice because he was afraid that he would not be able to know in time if she encountered danger.