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

As she spoke, she looked up at the prison guard and tears rolled down her cheeks at a 45-degree angle.

The corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were all red, and he looked so pitiful.

Some inmates who did not participate in the fight naturally felt sympathy for her when they saw her like that.

"It is said that men don't shed tears easily, but they are not sad yet."

"Meng Liu has only been in jail for a few days. Look how scared the child is."

"Looking at her, I know she's not someone who can handle pressure. She's different from rough guys like us."

"Be more careful in the future. It's not easy for everyone."

"What a woman! She wasn't even beaten, why is she crying?"

The prison guard had always had a filter for Meng Liu's face, and his heart ached when he saw her crying.

"All of you, go to solitary confinement! You are already in prison and you are still bullying. I think none of you have been reformed! Get out of here and go to the small dark room!"

The inmates looked at the prison guards in disbelief. No, they were going to be put in solitary confinement just for a few drops of cat urine?

They say beautiful women are the root of trouble, how come handsome men are also the root of trouble?

Meng Liu felt good when he saw those men queuing up in frustration and being taken to solitary confinement.

The prison guard comforted her in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid. I can't guarantee other places, but in the prison under my jurisdiction, no one can bully you."

Meng Liu thought that this prison guard was quite cute, although it might be because of her looks, but judging by her actions rather than her heart, she still got the upper hand after all.

"Thank you, brother."

"Oh, it's no big deal. Tell me if someone bullies you next time!"

The other three men in the cell looked at Meng Liu with complicated eyes as he was jumping and skipping in front of him as he walked back.

"Is she really a man?" Li Ming asked quietly.

Zhang Ming shook his head: "I don't know, this is too feminine."

Which man is like her, jumping around and crying at the slightest disagreement?

The Holy Body of the Great Mother.

Yue Qi Yan was completely silenced. His mind was now filled with Meng Liu's red eyes and aggrieved expression.

The key is that such an expression is directed at others.

It can be seen that she doesn't like herself either.

Maybe it was just because she and I were in the same cell, and Li Ming and Zhang Ming were carefree, so she just wanted to find someone to protect her, and I happened to be the right person.

Since there were prison guards around, she really went to curry favor with them.

She obviously knows her strengths, so her expressions are very natural.

Yue Qi Yan was certain that he was not gay, and silently decided to stay away from Meng Liu. He didn't want to be a fish in her pond.

It was night again, Meng Liu took out the delicious food and placed it in front of Yue Qi Yan.

The guy replied stiffly, as if he had just quit drugs: "I'm not hungry."

"Are you still angry?"

"No."

Why should he be angry? Besides, what right does he have to be angry?

They were simply inmates.

Meng Liu understood, and decisively took out the few pieces of rags he had drawn from the blind box and stuffed them into his quilt.

"Well, now you have the same one, it should be good!"

Yue Qi Yan was stunned by her action. He raised his body and picked up the small piece of cloth with two fingers in the moonlight.

Boxer, lace...panties.

"Meng Liu?!"

He was so angry that he was shaking all over. This was definitely sexual harassment. He had never seen such a thing in his life. He, a man, could actually be harassed by another man.

Meng Liu curled her lips and said, "What's the matter? You just envy me for having lace. Don't you have any? I'll give it to you. No need to thank me. Just help me with more work in the future."

Hearing her righteous voice, Yue Qi Yan turned over and lay down again in depression, like a sculpture, and did not say a word no matter how Meng Liu poked him.

He became a little autistic, feeling that he couldn't keep up with the pace of this big mother's thoughts.

Meng Liu leaned close to his ear and watched him pretending to sleep. His long feathery eyelashes covered his eyelids, forming a small shadow. His high nose bridge and clear jaw angle were perfectly combined.

So handsome.

Looking at this face, she would be willing to coax him even if he was angry.

"Remember to wear it tomorrow, we have the same style!"

After saying this quietly, she slipped back into her bed and ate food in it chirping like a hamster.

Yue Qi Yan couldn't sleep at all.

He quite appreciated Meng Liu's coaxing words.

When you think about her usual behavior, she's actually a little cute.

Strange, didn't he always think Nantong was disgusting? Why did he suddenly think of Meng Liu's face when he recalled her cute expressions and movements?

Could it be that he was turned gay?

impossible!

Even if he was short of women in prison, he would never get involved with a man.

Just thinking about two men using the backdoor, Yue Qi Yan still felt disgusted.

No, no, no, I can't accept it no matter what.

The next day, Meng Liu woke up before dawn. He didn't have a cell phone or watch, so he didn't know what time it was.

After having cooked her own meals for several days in a row without being discovered, she became bolder. Thinking that she still had to move bricks and work today, she felt that she could not waste this early morning.

She went to the bathroom to wash up while everyone else was still asleep, then quietly climbed onto Yue Qi Yan's bed.

Poke him in the face.

Yue Qi Yan fell into a drowsy sleep in the second half of the night. Now he was in a deep sleep. He squinted his eyes, thinking that she was dreaming, and hugged her in his arms.

"Don't make trouble."

The man's voice, which was not fully awake yet after waking up early, was a little hoarse, and combined with his already pleasant voice, it sounded a bit sweet.

In short, Meng Liu couldn't stand what he heard.

She released her strength and lay obediently on his chest, still looking up at his face.

Can't you feel the weight of your body while you are still asleep?

She pressed her whole body on him.

Yue Qi Yan was too sleepy, and coupled with the daily exercise of moving bricks and carrying weights, he really didn't feel the weight.

Meng Liu thought about things for a while and fell asleep again without realizing it.

The moment the morning bell rang, both of them heard gasps.

"Fuck, even if you two have passed the clear road, you should at least disguise yourself!"

"Can't you take care of the lives of us singles?"

Li Ming and Zhang Ming sat on the bed and complained sleepily.

Yue Qi Yan was a little confused, because when he woke up, he found that his hands were clasped around Meng Liu's waist, and that little face, which was prettier than a woman's, was lying peacefully on his chest.

Meng Liu rubbed her eyes and slowly woke up, looking up and meeting his eyes.

"Morning!"

It would be wrong for Yue Qi Yan to withdraw his hand, and it would be wrong to continue holding her waist.

But you know what, Meng Liu's waist is quite slender.

Meng Liu moved her body and rubbed his chest affectionately.

Yue Qiyan seemed to feel something soft, and his body reflexively gave a notice. He hurriedly pushed her away: "Why are you in my bed!"

"I told you to get up, but you wanted to hold me while you slept!"

Seeing the two of them flirting with each other as if no one was around.

Zhang Ming said in a daze: "There are two more people here! Can you not be so obvious?"