Rivals in Love [Quick Transmigration]

"So you also like Moze?" His eyes widened, he stood up abruptly, and looked at Song Li, "Are you crazy? You don't want so many girls, you like a man."

"If my aunt finds out, how sad will she be?" Yi Sibi's blue eyes were full of sadness.

"Iss, I don't like him, and I don't like the girls you brought, I don't want to talk about these now, Iss, you go back first." Song Li got up and carried the doll into the room.

Yisi glanced at Song Lixin's long back with a tangled expression, sighed a long time, turned and left.

Song Li stood by the window, watched Yisi leave, frowned and sighed, even if the previous owner was Nuo Ya's son, he still couldn't untie Yisi's knot, and Yisi was too stubborn.

"I got the crystallization of facts." The black mist in the room dissipated, revealing Mo Ze's slender figure. His words made Song Li's heart move.

Song Li turned around and looked at him, Moze changed into white and silver-lined clothes, his blond hair and mask made him look more attractive, and his slender fingers held a rhomboid spar the color of the starry sky.

"How did you get it?" Song Li looked into Mo Ze's eyes and felt that Mo Ze's aura was a little weak, as if something was missing.

"Master, this Moze stole the heart of the dead and gave it to the Tsar. The Tsar let go and recorded the sound in the spar, and the patriarch of Weiss was Moze who used magic power to reshape time and forced the patriarch of Weiss to say. "

The lengthy words made Song Li a little dazed, looking at Mo Ze's dim golden pupils, Song Li didn't know how to describe his mood, so he stretched out his hand to press Mo Ze's neck, and kissed his lips proactively.

What he owes Mo Ze is probably only three kisses that are still unclear. Song Li looked at the surprise overflowing from Mo Ze's golden pupil, and smiled wryly in his heart. He is really a fool. He is so happy when he knows it is an agreement. He had no choice but to close his eyes and hand himself over to Moze.

Mo Ze locked Song Li tightly in his arms, kissed the thin lips of the man in his arms, bit by bit he conquered the city and plundered the land bit by bit, and bit by bit he went deeper, until Song Li had nowhere to retreat, and was captured by Mo Ze. Ze deeply invaded.

Mo Ze's hand touched Song Li's thin waist, stroking it fondly, Song Li's eyes were closed nervously, he didn't dare to look at Mo Ze, his body was inexplicably hot, if it wasn't for Mo Ze supporting his legs, his legs would be limp up.

Mo Ze closed the window with a wave of his hand, pressed Song Li onto the bed, and kissed him inseparably.

"Let go." Song Li opened his eyes, and wanted to push Moze, but his hands and feet were locked by the magic power, and he couldn't move.

"What are you going to do!" Song Li roared, struggling with the rope bound by magic power, looking at Mo Ze who was close at hand, his black pupils were vaguely frightened, although his expression was fierce, he had no confidence.

Mo Ze's temperatureless hand touched Song Li's chest. Song Li snorted softly in response to the cold stimulation. Mo Ze's golden pupils became deeper in color, and he lowered his head to cover Song Li's vocal mouth. He opened his mouth to spit out what he didn't want to hear, he was afraid that he would get angry and hurt him.

The more Song Li wanted to push out Mo Ze's tongue, the more he was fascinated by it. He could only let Mo Ze take off his clothes. Looking there, the cold stimulation rushed straight into his mind.

Staring blankly at Mo Ze whose tongue was withdrawing from his mouth, he frowned slightly. Mo Ze's hands were too cold, but he also became inexplicably excited under his skillful technique.

"I don't want it, Mo Ze." Song Li recalled the time when Bai Yuchen forced him in the last world, the tearing sensation was so clear, the pain seemed to spread to his head with the soul, so that the voice was involuntarily weak down.

In this world, Moze loves him very much and will not force him. Song Li comforted himself and softened his tone, "Moze, don't do this, we have agreed, we have agreed that there are only three kisses, you can't Go back on your word."

Moze looked at the fine sweat on his forehead and the fear written in his eyes, sighed and waved his hands to untie the magic rope, but his hands were still there, gently serving Song Li, "I won't make it to the end, little one." Lier, don't be afraid."

Song Li grabbed the bed sheet and reached the peak, his face still flushed, his body turned over under the control of Mo Ze, Mo Ze kissed Song Li's fair neck, his voice was forbearance, he looked at Song Li's round mounds, his throat twitched tight.

Song Li felt the stick sticking to his waist, and buried his face in his arms, "Mo Ze, you said you won't make it to the end." His criminal evidence is still in Mo Ze's hands.

"Yeah." Mo Ze hummed in a nasal voice, sexy and lazy, looking at the young man's elegant back, he couldn't help leaving traces.

Song Li was attacked by a strange feeling, occasionally sobbing helplessly, all of them were stuffed under the quilt, Mo Ze rubbed on his legs, a feeling of being molested and violated made Song Li's face burn flushed.

"Close the legs." Mo Ze patted the boy's double mounds, watched him put his legs together obediently, and kissed his shoulder as a reward.

Song Li's hand holding the bed sheet was held by Mo Ze, and the big bed shook vigorously. Song Li was like bumping in the boat, and the tender meat behind him was rubbed by the only heat source on Mo Ze's body.

The heat source occasionally breaks through the entrance and enters some, making Song Li overwhelmed, and Mo Ze is also hooked even more fieryly.

"No, Mo Ze, you can't go in." Song Li grabbed Mo Ze's hand instead, his legs became weak from being rubbed, and he held Mo Ze's stick weakly.

"But he wants to go in." Mo Ze lowered his head and smiled in his ear, kissed Song Li's ear with a complex expression, and heard him snort in satisfaction before letting go to play with other parts of his body.

"Mo Ze, it's hard." Song Li paused for a long time, and then choked up with some grievances.

When Mo Ze heard his voice, he was stunned for a long time. Would this always proud boy be so scared that he would not hesitate to put on an appearance to make him feel bad?

The fire in Mo Ze's heart dissipated a lot, the stick left the warm gap, turned Song Li over, looked at him, saw the transparent liquid in the corner of Song Li's eyes, Mo Ze's heart that hadn't beat for a long time was pierced.

The dense pain is thousands of times more painful than when you become a living undead.

"Xiao Lier, don't cry." Moze wiped his tears, "I won't do it, I won't do anything, don't cry." It seems that the whole world is condemning him, why make him cry, no love him?Why make him sad.

In the matter of love, whoever falls in love first loses, and Mo Ze lost in a mess, and he was willing.

"I'm fine, continue." Song Li's voice was muffled, he took a deep look at Moze, then obediently turned over and looked back at Moze.

They are all poor people, why not satisfy a poor person, Song Li laughed at his lack of persistence in his heart, but there was nothing he could do about it, Mo Ze was an undead, he didn't care about life and death, so he had enough patience, had enough patience to wait for his heart to soften, wait He moves, then traps him.

Knowing this was the case, Song Li was still touched, and thanked Mo Ze for his impulsiveness today, making him understand that he needs to speed up the time to complete the task and leave here.

He can't be stuck alone, stagnant