I won't panic if my house is confiscated and exiled. I'll wipe out all the enemy's tr

Several women were talking and drinking wine, and before they knew it, the pot of peach blossom wine had reached the bottom.

Grandma Wu’s bright eyes make her look several years younger.

Mrs. Mo also seemed to see hope for the next generation.

Helian Wenyin was already drunk.

She knew that she was not a good drinker and was afraid of saying the wrong thing. She actually took anti-alcohol pills before coming here.

Unfortunately, the wine was fine.

There was something warm in the soup that was served to her.

Under the anesthesia of wine, it completely worked.

He had no choice but to have someone carry the girl back on a chariot.

As a result, it was not sent back to Qingying Pavilion. Instead, we went directly to Bamboo Cinema.

Mo Yanjue was soaking in the bathtub, trying his best to control the heat in his body.

I have been drinking this medicinal soup for more than ten days.

It was fine before, but I don't know what happened today. I couldn't suppress the fire in my body no matter how hard I suppressed it.

No matter how cold the water temperature is, it feels like smoke is coming from the top of my head.

Hearing some movement in the room next door, Mo Yanjue didn't bother to wash himself. He stood up from the tub, picked up his spacious middle coat and threw it on casually.

Coming out of the clean room, Mo Yanjue was stunned, why was the candle still out?

"Minfu!"

He called the boy.

The result was no response.

Forget it.

Mo Yanjue was already a little anxious, so he walked towards the bed under the moonlight.

If you don’t hold the lamp, don’t hold it.

Darker can make you calmer.

Even if there was only a little moonlight coming from the window in a familiar room, he knew it well.

He sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the curtains aside, and lay down on the bed.

But the next moment, the hand lifting the quilt touched a soft spot.

Mo Yanjue was suddenly startled.

"Who?"

When her body was touched, Helian Wenyin squirmed uncomfortably, "Well..."

Mo Yanjue heard this cry.

"Miss Wen? Why are you here?"

He turned around quickly and quickly lit the candle on the table.

Under the weak candlelight, Helian Wenyin half-squinted her eyes, her face was pink and her lips were redder and brighter than before.

Mo Yanjue only heard a bang in his head.

He stared intently at the person lying on his bed, and his whole thinking suddenly stopped.

The girl is very petite, and the skin exposed on her neck is crystal white.

The beautiful eyes with half-covered eyelashes are full of brilliance.

Especially the posture at this time was completely different from that since he had known her.

She was lying on her side, with a curvaceous figure in front of her, a waist like a willow, and legs like jade.

Yes, she was wearing very thin clothes.

It can almost be said that it is only covered by a thin veil.

It's not complete, it's looming.

If Mo Yanjue is still indifferent to this, then he is really not a man.

Ten days of strong medicine, ten days of brainwashing...

And those soft words, she liked him.

At this moment, his eyes fell on the slightly opened lips.

A few words gradually became clear in his chaotic mind, and he wanted to kiss her.

As soon as the idea came out, it became more and more intense.

The heat, which I had finally suppressed, rushed straight into my mind like a scourge.

Spreading to all limbs and bones.

Helian Wenyin seemed a little uncomfortable, wondering if she had some kind of telepathy.

It seemed to her that there was a man sitting next to her.

This man's scent is very familiar.

A bit like Mo Yanjue.

"General Mo?"

Her voice was vague, like a coquettish whisper.

Mo Yanjue heard her calling him.

He knew that this was unreasonable. She was a woman from a good family, so it was too unfair to take her like this, but the longing in his heart spread endlessly.

He couldn't bear to look away even half a minute, so he slowly came closer.

A dangerous aura pressed down.

Helian Wenyin seemed to be pushing away, but her body was paradoxically close to him.

Mo Yanjue looked at her expression deeply, as if he was caught in an uncontrollable spell. He took action and put the clamoring thoughts in his mind into action.

The cool lips touched hers, and when they met the fragrant and soft breath, they both trembled at the same time.

It's a fatal attraction.

An indescribable feeling, familiar, long-lost, infatuated and intoxicating...

Neither to her nor to him.

Mo Yanjue narrowed his eyes fiercely, stretched out his long arms, and hugged the person into his arms.

Helian Wenyin's consciousness was blurred. She only felt that her mouth was dry, and the only water source that could quench her thirst was in front of her.

A little cool, a little fierce.

I don't dislike the taste, I even like it.

*

The weak candle was suddenly extinguished by the strong wind.

There were only a few moon shadows pouring through the windows in the house, reflecting the reflection of the waves inside.