The white moonlight gl

"Qingqing."

Under the dizzy yellow wall lamp, Mo Rantong in a loose bathrobe looks like a beautiful snake. She snuggles up to Feng Qingshui's side, half-naked, and presses Feng Qingshui through a thin quilt, giving her a full sense of presence.

A pair of faint and mysterious eyes, now glowing with water, soft and bewitching, Mo Rantong pursed his lips, half closed his eyelids, and called out hoarsely.

"Qingqing."

"Hey, hello, you're tall, Mo Rantong is enough for you."

Couldn't help but lift up a corner of the quilt, Feng Qingshui's face was rosy, and she was bored: "Stop making trouble for no reason, can't you sleep well?"

The phone was suddenly exposed to the air, and the lines of the TV series that Mo Rantong couldn't understand clearly rang through the entire bedroom.

"Why don't you love me, I'm more beautiful than her, everything is better than her, why don't you love her and not me, are you fucking blind?"

Feng Qingshui and Mo Rantong: "..."

"Hey, this is a very popular love idol drama recently. You can watch it when you have time. It's anti-routine and quite funny."

Exiting the video app in embarrassment, Feng Qingshui put the phone on the bedside table, and all the depression and discomfort were gone.

Taking in all the changes in Feng Qingshui's expression, Mo Rantong hooked his lips, and a small smile flashed quietly from his eyes.

"It's really sad, Qingqing actually said that I made trouble for no reason?"

From lying on the side to sitting cross-legged on the bed, Mo Rantong let a large piece of skin be exposed, staring straight at Feng Qingshui, and said with resentment: "But, I want to be intimate with Qingqing." Is it wrong, for eight years, I have been alone in the empty boudoir, lonely and cold every night, now I finally look forward to Qingqing, and Qingqing and Qingqing became lovers again, and in the end, Qingqing actually described me as being unreasonable?"

"I long for Qingqing, very long for Qingqing."

"I think I am fair-looking and financially capable, but Qingqing would rather see those who are not as good-looking or financially as me as I am, rather than see me pity me, find me annoying, and call me vexatious." .”

Changing the lines of the TV series he just heard, Mo Rantong's expression was very focused, and he didn't have the slightest guilty conscience to apply other people's words.

Feng Qing's face twitched slightly, she rolled her eyes without grace, annoyed: "Are you implying that I am blind?"

There is really no one for this bluntly beating character, crying and chirping.

"Ah."

He readily admitted that Mo Rantong pulled back his disheveled hair, revealing a fair and delicate neck, and a collarbone that looked like fat.

"Does it look good?"

I have to say, this scene is really tempting.

The beauty is sitting cross-legged lazily, her clothes are messy, she is extremely charming, and she also seduces you with that kind of bright eyes, bewitching you, a submissive posture that you can pick and choose, no matter what you do, she will not resist.

The tip of the ear rushed blood quietly, Feng Qing's watery eyes flickered, and her voice was a bit awkward: "Mo Rantong, don't do this, shall we proceed step by step?"

"No, I'll just ask if you look good."

Resolutely, Mo Rantong straightened one leg after rejecting Feng Qingshui's words, and acted more boldly and unscrupulously.

"Ink dyed pupils."

Rubbing her forehead feebly, Feng Qingshui stretched out her hand and compromised: "Come in, isn't it cold outside?"

She likes to turn down the temperature of the air conditioner to an extremely low level. Seeing that the ink dyed pupils are getting more and more exposed, she is really angry and funny.

"cold."

Immediately grasping Feng Qingshui's hand, Mo Rantong slid into bed, hugged Feng Qingshui tightly, rubbing her cheek against her cheek, very sticky.

"Qing Qing Qing Qing, Qing Qing Qing Qing."

I really like this person, for her, she can do anything, even if it is the thing she hated the most.

"Ah."

With a soft snort, Feng Qingshui let Mo Rantong hug her to vent her emotions, and when Mo Rantong gradually calmed down, she put her hands on her waist and said, "Go to sleep, you have to go to work tomorrow Woolen cloth."

"No."

It is people like Mo Rantong who are talking about making progress.

The whole person clung to Feng Qingshui like an octopus, and Mo Rantong whined in Feng Qingshui's ear, sticky and dishonest: "Qingqing, can I kiss you, hug you, love you?"

"..."

"Qingqing, Qingqing, say yes, say yes."

This person was three years old, no more, his ears were a little itchy from Mo Rantong, Feng Qingshui slapped Mo Rantong's face, and said, "I'm tired."

Mo Rantong's eyes lit up when he heard that.

"I'm not tired, Qingqing, just lie down, I'll do the rest."

Taking Feng Qingshui's speechlessness as acquiescence, Mo Rantong immediately pressed Feng Qingshui under him and kissed her.

Whether it was eight years ago or eight years later, the two had never been so close. For a moment, Feng Qingshui's head was a little dizzy, her heart was beating fast, and her eyes were blooming like fireworks, scenes of long-lasting memories It rushed in like a tide, and then receded extremely quickly, leaving no trace behind.

"Qingqing."

Sensing that the attitude of the people under him softened, Mo Rantong became more enthusiastic.

Because of her biological mother, Mo Rantong is no stranger to love and things, but it is different from all kinds of dirty love and sex transactions. This person is her true love, and she will not be disgusted, let alone difficult. suffer from nausea.

The air conditioner has been slowly emitting air-conditioning, but the atmosphere in the room has been rising and rising. The two of them overlapped each other, the bed and under the bed were messy, and the quilt, pillows and clothes were scattered all over the place.

Afterwards, Mo Rantong was so excited that she couldn't fall asleep at all. She happily leaned on Feng Qingshui's arm, and the little bird snuggled into Feng Qingshui's arms, her heart was beating joyful notes every moment.

"Qingqing, Qingqing, I really like you, I really like you."

Feng Qingshui kept whispering in his ear, Mo Rantong looked at Feng Qingshui who was soundly asleep with a peach blossom face, and felt that his heart was sweet and soft, and all the bitterness and sadness almost wanted to be soothed by this person.

"Qingqing, Qingqing."

...

More than three in the morning.

Feng Qingshui was beaten by Mo Rantong, um, woken up unconsciously.

Opening her eyes, she saw a fist swinging towards her, Feng Qingshui rolled sideways, then hissed, it hurt so much.

"No, no, go away, don't touch me."

"Get out! Don't touch me!"

"Go, go!"

The woman seemed to be having a nightmare, Feng Qingshui turned her head to look, and saw Mo Rantong waving her hands indiscriminately, with a ferocious face, babbling and crying at the same time.

After listening for a while, Feng Qingshui understood what dream she was having.

Young and helpless, being coerced by others, she risked her life to escape, but she was still terrified. She often fell into terrible nightmares and could not escape. With a slight sigh, Feng Qingshui grabbed Mo Rantong's hands and held them in her ears. The side whispered low.

"Mo Rantong, don't be afraid, I'm here, I'm here."

Her gaze paused for a moment on the scar on Mo Rantong's neck, Feng Qingshui twitched her thick black eyelashes, kissed the scar, and kissed it again.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'm here."

"Ink Dyeing, Ink Dyeing." Bai Hefang

"Hitomi."

Perhaps because Mo Rantong was aware of Feng Qingshui's existence, Mo Rantong's resistance became weaker and weaker. Feng Qingshui took out the wet tissue on the bedside table, wiped Mo Rantong's sweat and tears, and then kept guarding her.

The woman didn't have any more nightmares, nor did she wake up, Feng Qingshui fell asleep again in a daze, and when she woke up again, it was already daylight.

"Qingqingqingqing, I went out to buy soup dumplings and porridge, get up quickly." With a smile on his face, like a spring breeze, Mo Rantong, wearing a suit and uniform, stood at the head of the bed, smiling silly, which made Feng Qingshui a little unbearable look straight at.

"Ah."

After humming lightly, Feng Qingshui blinked, and asked nonchalantly: "You had a nightmare last night, did you know?"

"Huh? A nightmare?"

With a blank face, Mo Rantong said: "I really had a nightmare, I didn't feel it?"

Feng Qingshui carefully inspected Mo Ran's eyes, saw that she didn't seem to be lying, and shook her head: "No, I lied to you, go out and pour me a glass of water, and turn on the TV."

"Hmm."

Turning around and going out, such a well-behaved and obedient Mo Rantong doesn't look like a domineering boss at all.

After breakfast, Feng Qingshui drove Mo Rantong to work.After staying at home all day, Mo Rantong sent a WeChat message at noon, saying that the time and place for the high school reunion has been set, and it will be the weekend two days later, Shengguangtai Hotel.

Feng Qingshui called Bai Wanjun a few times, and Bai Wanjun said that she was very busy there and would not be back until some time.

Her body was still aching, so when Mo Rantong said she would stay overnight at night, Feng Qingshui immediately vetoed it.

"Qingqing, I promise to be obedient and do nothing, super obedient." One hand swore upwards, Mo Rantong's eyes were bright, bling bling.

Feng Qingshui thought for a while, then nodded, she wanted to confirm whether Mo Rantong's nightmares were occasional or normal, if it was okay occasionally, if it was normal, then...

"Qingqing is too kind."

Quickly kissing Feng Qingshui, Mo Rantong was satisfied, and began to use the coffee table to work.

After all, she has to support her family, and Mo Rantong decided that she should work hard and earn more and more money for Qingqing.

Seeing that Mo Rantong was seriously dealing with affairs, Feng Qingshui thought for a while, took out a laptop from the study, and turned down the volume of the TV.

Based on the principle of making the best use of things and developing value even if they are useless, Feng Qingshui plans to write the book in her mind in exchange for some money.

After all, she has been teased by it for so long, how can she not get back some ground?

In "Cleanliness Boss: The 100% Sweetheart of Hundred Billion Overlords", Feng Qingshui did not change the title of the book, only the names of the people in it. Changed to Brother Bai Zha, she would write it as Bai Yueguang, etc., and the one-sentence introduction of this novel is:

Trash protagonists don't deserve names!

Feng Qingshui typed very quickly, and wrote a lot in a short while. Mo Rantong glanced at it halfway, and praised, Qingqing's story is really good.

Regarding this, Feng Qingshui said, there are times when you feel ashamed.

That night, Mo Rantong had another nightmare, but after Feng Qingshui was prepared, she calmed down after a few minutes.

Covering her calf that hurt from being kicked by Mo Rantong, Feng Qingshui slapped Mo Rantong's face hard, as revenge.

Let you kick me, let me kick me.

You dare to kick.

You screw it.

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