Master Xiao thinks about those years

In the dim space, Fu Nian was a little embarrassed.

"I've tried it many times before and it didn't go wrong, but this time I made a mistake..."

Fu Nian explained to Mo Qing who was on the side: "Don't worry, there are several rooms in this yard, and they may not necessarily come to this room."

"En." Mo Qing nodded, affirming Fu Nian's speculation.

However, before the words finished three seconds, the two heard footsteps by the door.

"Master, do we really want to be here..."

"Yun'er, don't worry, my father will never find out here."

The two people outside the door asked and answered, followed by the sound of pushing the door.

Fu Nian's expression changed, and he wanted to use his spiritual power to repel the two of them in a hurry.But before the movement was performed, he was pulled and forced to be pushed under the bed.

The person pulling him was Mo Qing.

The bed was narrow, and Fu Nian's body pressed against Mo Qing so as not to show his feet. He was still holding the bag of candies he bought.The two were lying next to each other, because the movement was too hasty, the candy in Fu Nian's hand was scattered all over the floor, and the breathing of the two was rough and unstable.

"us--"

"Shh-"

Just as Fu Nian was about to speak, a plain white finger touched his lips suddenly.

Fu Nian shut up instantly.In the darkness, there was a tight panting sound, and the fingers touching the lips were soft. It was obviously a cool touch, but Fu Nian felt like it was burning.

[Here is a car, imaginative children will make up their own brains]

The author has something to say: I revised it twice, get off the bus and kids, we shouldn't have colors.