He died to save me, and was reborn to be favored by him

Mo Beichen and Qiao Wangshu were walking in the manor.

About half an hour later.

A roaring engine sound whizzed past, bombarding people's ears.

Mo Beixiao changed into a black motorcycle suit, wore a matte helmet of the same color, and rode a heavy motorcycle painted red. He whistled away from the manor like a gust of wind.

He didn't drink all day today and made an appointment with someone to go racing in the wild.

Qiao Wangshu has been in Mohist school for a long time and has long been accustomed to such sounds.

Knowing that it was Mo Beixiao who went out on a bike, she was a little curious: "Achen, why does the fourth child like motorcycles so much? With a family background like the Mo family, how could he get involved in such a dangerous sport as motorcycles?"

This question involves the scandalous secrets of the Mohist school.

Mo Beichen didn't know where to start for a moment.

Thinking of those dark and dirty, sword-fighting, and heart-wrenching past events, the cold and powerful aura on his body spread out uncontrollably, as if to freeze the world.

Qiao Wangshu realized that he had said the wrong thing and hurriedly hugged his arm: "Achen, I'm sorry, did I ask something I shouldn't have asked? If you don't want to say it, don't say it, don't be angry."

"I'm not angry." Mo Beichen saw her face turn slightly pale, knowing that he had scared her, and added: "This matter is very complicated, I will tell you slowly later."

"Yeah." Qiao Wangshu nodded, and then changed the subject: "Let's go back. It's still early. I want to read for a while."

"Ah."

The two walked back hand in hand.

Return to the study.

Mo Beichen continued to teach patiently.

Qiao Wangshu listened carefully.

Before I knew it, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

Qiao Wangshu always kept his head down to take notes. A lot of knowledge was poured into his head. He stretched himself out of exhaustion and sighed, "Science is indeed more difficult than liberal arts. If I had studied science back then, I probably wouldn't have been recommended for admission."

Mo Beichen sat beside her, looking at her profile, his deep eyes filled with unconcealable doting.

Qiao Wangshu tilted his head and asked him, "Do you want me to... collect your tuition fee?"

Mo Beichen's heart skipped a beat.

My ears immediately turned red.

Every time Qiao Wangshu flirted with him unexpectedly, he would become flustered.

Qiao Wangshu liked to see him like this when he was aroused, his abstinent face and red ears, he looked so alluring no matter how she looked at him. She pursed her lips and smiled, stood up from the chair, approached him, bent down to get close to his face, and stared intently into his eyes.

Mo Beichen was originally sitting lazily in the recliner, but her sudden closeness and the faint warm fragrance that filled his nostrils made him straighten his back instantly.

Her eyes at this moment were like a gentle, bottomless whirlpool that seemed to be able to suck him in.

Qiao Wangshu held his face in his hands.

Slowly covered his lips.

Gently, try to hold it in your mouth.

Mo Beichen's pupils suddenly widened.

Her soft, sweet lips wrapped around his.

He only felt an electric current running through his coccyx, rushing straight to the top of his head.

My whole body was numb.

My head is buzzing...

Nothing is known anymore.

Qiao Wangshu kissed him awkwardly for a while, then noticed something was wrong with the man and released his lips. Still holding his face with both hands, he smiled and bewitched him, "Achen, close your eyes when we kiss."

When she spoke, her lips were only very close to his, and her warm breath hit his face inch by inch.

He is even more confused!

My wife is so sexy!

A certain big devil obviously couldn't resist!

"Be good and close your eyes." Qiao Wangshu coaxed him gently and kissed his lips again.

Mo Beichen closed his eyes obediently.

I imitated her movements and kissed her lips instead, trying to respond to her.

Then it got out of control...

A certain demon king seemed to have opened a mechanism in his body, and he put his arms around her waist, domineeringly pulled her into his arms, forced her to sit on his lap, lowered his head, and crushed her lips...

Holding.

sucking.

even……

Long drive straight into.

Conquered her territory.

Repeatedly.

……

Qiao Wangshu unknowingly found himself in a passive position, and was held in his arms and kissed by him.

Two lives superimposed.

This was the first time she felt that this man was so good at flirting.

Didn't he like other people?

How come you are so good at kissing?

The confused mind turned into her.

The feeling of numbness all over became hers.

Under his airtight and deep kiss, she began to feel difficulty breathing, and intermittently leaked out from between her lips and teeth, soft and gentle, tempting moans...

That voice shattered the last sanity of a certain great devil.

The hand on her waist began to become restless.

Gently pinch.

Wandering around.

I even wanted to find a gap and put my hand in!

Fortunately, Qiao Wangshu was wearing a long skirt that reached her ankles.

A certain big devil groped for a long time, but still couldn't find the gap, and was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead...

And Qiao Wangshu finally came to his senses in this state.

She pushed his chest with both hands, resisting.

Mo Beichen was pushed away, and his eyes, which were originally as dark as a deep pool, were now dyed with a frightening red. He was born good-looking, handsome and abstinent, and his cold white skin looked sickly and noble. Such a stunning face was dyed with such a seductive red. It was like a big monster lurking in the dark night, waiting for an opportunity to move. It might pop up at any time, tear its prey into pieces and swallow it into its stomach, gnawing until there was nothing left...

Qiao Wangshu's beautiful eyes met his red pupils, and he felt a chill on his back.

She struggled to stand up from his arms, and hurriedly straightened her wrinkled skirt. Her face was flushed, and her voice was trembling: "Um... I have paid the tuition. Good night!"

The words fell.

She turned and ran.

The two long and beautiful legs were moving very fast.

It was as if there was a vicious dog chasing her from behind.

Until the door closes.

Mo Beichen raised his hand and touched his lips in disbelief.

They were kissing just now.

Deep kiss!

And she took the initiative.

He hugged her and kissed her, but she was not angry at all. She...

Shy?

She wasn't lying to him this time.

Does she really intend to live a good life with him?

Once such a thought arises, it can no longer be suppressed.

Is his Shushu finally willing to accept him?

Is it true this time?

It must be true.

I hope it's true.

Shushu, stop lying to me!

Mo Beichen sat in the study for more than an hour, his mind full of the kiss just now. He carefully recalled every detail, hoping to find more evidence that she accepted him...