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Normally, Mo Yanjue would feel like his whole body was burning with just a little kiss. Unexpectedly, Su Huan became more and more bold when speaking, his flirtatious little mouth was irresponsible, and blazing fire almost came out of his eyes. !

Mo Yanjue poured cold water three times before forcibly extinguishing the fire in his heart...

He had never been like this before, but since meeting Su Huan, his heart has become more and more itchy.

After hugging, I want to kiss, after kissing, I want to touch, and I want more.

Is it possible that I really have some rogue potential?

There is water dripping from the head, and the body is still steaming despite having been poured cold water on it?

His chest was also red as if he had done something bad.

I turned around and looked around, only to realize that there were no bath towels prepared in the bathroom.

He simply sat on the toilet to let down the heat in his body.

Looking sideways, I glanced at those so-called magazines.

He had seen the book last time, and there were several others below that he didn't have time to take a good look at. He picked them up casually and flipped through them carefully.

Su Huan waited in the room, wrapped a clean bath towel in her arms, and raised her hand to knock on the door, but she thought of something, blushed, and dropped her hand.

"I hung the towel by the door."

After saying that, he turned around and went out.

When Mo Yanjue opened the door, no one was in the room. He put the magazine away and took off the bath towel and wrapped it around his waist.

When he came to Su Huan's secret room before, he didn't have the nerve to look around. Except for his mother's bedroom, he had never been in contact with any woman's boudoir. Only then did he realize that Su Huan's room was not small. In addition to this one, there were other rooms next to it. A wooden sliding door was not closed tightly like before, but now it was open a crack, and it seemed to be connected to a larger room.

With a gentle push of your fingers, the wooden sliding door retracted to one side flexibly.

The larger room seemed to be a study room, with a whole wall of bookcases filled with books, and in the middle was a weird desk that looked like crystal, sparkling, and very high-end.

There is also something with an apple painted on it, lying on it.

Mo Yanjue glanced at these, and finally his eyes fell on a wall covered with portraits.

With just one glance, he saw the little girl in the portrait who had attracted all his attention.

He looked over carefully and saw the photo of her when she was five years old, with her small mouth pouting and her big black grape-like eyes with tears in her eyes, as if she had been greatly wronged.

When she was older, she actually looked like a boy, with extremely short hair, but she still had a delicate appearance and a high-spirited vitality.

In the next picture, her hair has finally grown longer, and she looks exactly the same as she does now.

Looking further down, the fire in his body started to burn again. It was a photo of a person wearing a skirt. The skirt was very short, and a pair of straight and white legs were fully exposed. He was standing on the beach, with a golden halo illuminated by the sun... …

"Dressed like this? That's too much!"

"Who drew it for you?" Mo Yanjue looked at the photo and said to himself, with a sour tone.

The more he looked at it, the expression on Mo Yanjue's face darkened, and he saw a group of silly boys appearing in the photo!

Everyone was surrounding Su Huan, and they were so happy that even though they were all dressed up and wearing hats, Mo Yanjue wanted to punch them all!

Since the real person is not here, he can only glare at each one fiercely!

Immediately afterwards, he saw Su Huan holding a puppy in his arms.

The puppy looked confused, and Su Huan smiled so happily that he couldn't even see his eyes.

"Eh? This is Liu Mao!" Mo Yanjue curled his lips, "I didn't expect Liu Mao to be so cute when he was little!"

"So you raised her at such a young age!"

Mo Yanjue murmured and smiled happily. It seemed that from this portrait, Su Huan's face was filled with a warm smile, no longer as cold and lonely as before, like frost.

What's this? Why does it look familiar?

Mo Yanjue possessed him and put his face close to the photo, and saw a looming red braided rope tied around Liumao's plush neck.

He frowned, why did this rope chain look so like the one on the concubine's wrist?

How can it be?

Is it a coincidence?

When I was a child, my six hairs were barely bigger than the palm of my hand. Most of the rope was covered by the head, so I couldn't see it clearly. Just a partial similarity doesn't prove anything.

"Don't look!"

Before Mo Yanjue could stand up, Su Huan's angry voice rang out.

The little girl stood in front of him angrily!

"Huan'er! I..."

As if he had done something bad, Mo Yanjue stood up nervously. It didn't matter. The towel around his waist fell off with a splat!

! !

!!!

Su Huan's almond-shaped eyes trembled, her face flushed, and she quickly turned her back and faced the wall.

Mo Yanjue also blushed in embarrassment.

Mo Yanjue was very timid, but he was not really honest and frank in front of her.

Feeling it through clothes is another thing than actually seeing it.

After turning around, Su Huan pursed her lips. She knew he had a good figure, but she didn't expect him to be so good!

Quite impressive.

"Huan'er!" Mo Yanjue hurriedly picked up the bath towel and gathered around him in a hurry, "I just saw the door open, so I came in. I didn't mean to..."

Do all women have secrets? Mo Yanjue remembered that when he was young, mothers and concubines would also have their own private boxes, private money boxes, etc. It was really not good to break into a girl's room without permission!

But because this is Su Huan's territory, he is really curious!

Who knew there would be such a big embarrassment!

"Ahem, I don't have any dirty secrets. It's just that some of the photos on the wall are too ugly and I don't want you to see them!"

Su Huan turned his face sideways, glanced at him from the corner of his eye, and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him wrapped in a towel.

A warm hand gently placed on her shoulder, "How can it be ugly? Everything I see is beautiful! That's it, do you want to explain it to me!"

Su Huan looked at the place where his finger tapped...

He burst out laughing, "These are my comrades!"

"Comrade?"

"Yeah! This is the military camp you were talking about!"

That's it!

Mo Yanjue understands! But he was a little angry. He pointed at a pretty good-looking person in the photo and shouted, "Does this silly boy like you? Look at the way he looks at you."

Su Huan raised his eyebrows, shocked!

How does he know?

She was so far away from that person, and there were no words on her face, could this be seen?

Mo Yanjue's face sank when he saw Su Huan's surprised expression. It was true!

"Don't let me see him! Hit him once I see him!"

Su Huan couldn't bear it anymore and threw herself into his arms!

He raised his head and looked at him with admiration, "This man is also a military doctor. He is my senior. He did confess to me, but..."

Su Huan deliberately let it slip.

"But what? Did you promise him?"

He had never participated in Su Huan's modern life. Such a beautiful girl would inevitably be remembered, especially in that modern world. He took a look at those so-called magazines. Although he didn't recognize the words in them, he could still make a rough guess!

The people there are open, bold, and uninhibited, and they can talk about love and love whenever they want!

A good girl is afraid of stalking a man, and he feels so bitter. Will Su Huan be like this in modern times...

Oops, Su Huan really liked Mo Yanjue's jealous look more and more. Seeing that he was really a little angry, he quickly coaxed in a scared voice, "Fool! Have you forgotten? I told you three lives. Since then, I have only liked you! Why should I be so angry with someone who has been with me for thousands of years?"

"Especially, Liumao also took credit for this! That person bit Liumao once every time he came! As long as Liumao was around, he didn't even dare to say anything to me anymore! He almost always walked around! Are you satisfied?"

In the last sentence, Su Huan spoke in a long voice, and her charming and quiet appearance completely smoothed down Mo Yanjue's hair!

He lowered his head sharply and captured her lips, rubbing them gently and lovingly, not forgetting to whisper,

"Add chicken drumsticks to Liu Mao!"