The white moonlight gl

Mo Rantong: "..."

"Corpse, body, no, yes, soak, bath."

He uttered each word very slowly, Mo Rantong licked the blood on his lips expressionlessly, but his swarthy eyes were surprisingly bright.

Feng Qing choked on water.

She put her arms around her chest and pulled the corners of her mouth, asking, "Are you looking for trouble on purpose?"

Seeing that Mo Rantong remained silent, with a tacit attitude, Feng Qingshui smiled leisurely: "Mo Rantong, do you know what you look like now, dirty, ugly and sloppy, like a little beggar? Someone asked me today, saying I'm so beautiful and so good, why would I fall in love with you, a woman who can't go anywhere and is useless? Mo Rantong, are you sure you want to continue like this? If one day I get bored, we won't have any leeway Is there any room left?"

Pupils shrank violently, and Mo Rantong stared at Feng Qingshui coldly, like a poisonous snake secretly watching its prey: "You won't."

"No? That's not necessarily the case?"

Leaning obliquely against the door frame, Feng Qingshui said with a smile: "There are so many little fresh meats and beauties outside, gentle and delicate, cute and gorgeous, who will act like a baby, unlike you, who stay in the room gloomy all day long." In Li, you are ugly and always love to be mischievous, isn’t it normal for you to get tired of you and kick you to find someone else?”

"you!"

In an instant, his head was rumbling as if it was about to explode, Mo Rantong rolled aside abruptly, his whole body trembling with his back to Feng Qingshui: "I am neither ugly nor sloppy, you were the one who chased me first, you were the one who chased me first Yes, don't force me, don't force me."

The voice went from small to loud, a little muttering, the veins on Mo Rantong's forehead twitched violently, she stared at the utility knife kicked away by Feng Qingshui, stretched out her hand and then retracted it.

Stretched out, then retracted.

In this way, she gritted her teeth and her eyes were reddened.

Feng Qingshui was taken aback by his sudden actions and words, but seeing that Mo Rantong did nothing but these, Feng Qingshui was a little relieved.

After all, she was provoking her on purpose.

She wants to see where her bottom line is, for an explosive or explosive barrel that may explode at any time, she should understand its power and the prelude to the explosion.

"Ink dyeing."

Sighing and walking into the studio, Feng Qingshui, who didn't know what this man was doing with his back to her, came to Mo Rantong step by step and squatted down, touching her waist: "Stop making trouble, okay, it's ten o'clock in the middle of the night. It's past one and I'm sleepy."

Mo Rantong didn't speak, and Feng Qingshui waited quietly. About 5 minutes later, Mo Rantong said in a hoarse voice: "The corpse can't take a bath, and it won't move."

Feng Qingshui: "..."

Is she fighting her?Make up your mind to let her compromise first?

I have to say that the sloppy Mo Rantong really ate Feng Qingshui to death, slightly bent his eyes, Feng Qingshui said dumbfounded: "I was wrong, then I will carry you, if you don't open your mouth to reject me As long as you agree."

"Don't resist later, or if you do it, we will both fall down."

She is a woman and can open the bottle of mineral water by herself, but she is not particularly strong. Although Mo Rantong has a small frame and is thin, she is actually not short, and she should weigh eighty to ninety catties overall.

Holding up Mo Rantong's back with one hand, and passing through Mo Rantong's leg with the other, a certain woman who just said that the corpse would not move, bit her lip and wiped the dirty paint off her arm as soon as she was picked up by Feng Qingshui. , rubbed onto Feng Qingshui's small suit and white shirt, and said while rubbing.

"You are the dirtiest and the dirtiest."

Feng Qingshui's eyelids twitched, she wanted to throw Mo Rantong out, but as soon as she saw Mo Rantong's bloodshot eyes, she frowned and said, "It's fun to torture yourself? Does the corner of your mouth hurt? Your hand hurts." ?"

"Ah."

With a fierce hum, Mo Rantong suddenly put his head on Feng Qingshui's heart, and a deep greed flashed in his eyes.

It's so lively, my heart beats steadily and powerfully, I really want to...

"Okay, take off your clothes, wash it off with the shower first, and then go into the bathtub." Put Mo Rantong in the bathroom and was about to leave, but in the next second, Mo Rantong grabbed the hem of her clothes, crooked suspiciously Tilting her head, Feng Qingshui saw that Mo Rantong pursed her lips and said nothing, so she couldn't help guessing, "You want me to wash it for you?"

Mo Rantong nodded stiffly, his dark eyes were lifeless, a little numb.

Feng Qingshui: "..." Is this pretending to be an addiction?

"Ok."

Mo Rantong turned day and night into a night owl, but she was not. Rubbing her temples with one hand, and touching the center of Mo Rantong's eyebrows with the other, Feng Qingshui said faintly, "I'll get the pajamas, you take off the clothes first."

Facts have proved that Mo Rantong's movements are still very quick.

When Feng Qingshui walked into the bathroom again, she was already naked and standing under the shower.

Putting the clothes in a clean basket without looking sideways, Feng Qingshui took off her suit jacket and approached Mo Rantong without fear of getting her clothes wet.

"Bow your head and bend over, let me wash your hair first."

Picking up the shower head to test the water temperature, Feng Qingshui is not very interested in Mo Rantong's body, after all, she has everything she has, and it is better than hers, but Mo Rantong doesn't think so .

In front of Feng Qingshui, she has always had a sense of self-confidence.

While enjoying Feng Qingshui's service, she waited for Feng Qingshui's breath to throw her down quickly, but she waited for a long time, until Feng Qingshui hugged her and put her into the bathtub, she didn't wait for Feng Qingshui's gaffe.

Mo Rantong with a confused face and a puzzled look: "..."

"What's the matter, you look silly, do you really think you are a corpse?" Mo Rantong put on a pink shower cap, and now, Mo Rantong's delicate baby face was completely exposed in front of her.

Funny pinching Mo Rantong's soft cheeks, Feng Qingshui pointed to herself and said, "Look, my clothes are all wet because of you."

Feng Qingshui was half squatting.

So when Mo Rantong lowered his head, he could see the wet clothes on Feng Qingshui's body.

Her white shirt and black skirt have already been soaked in water, so at this moment, Feng Qing's water is almost half-permeable, looking extraordinarily...

"Well."

Mo Rantong opened his mouth to say something, and saw Feng Qingshui had stood up and walked away, drawing the curtain of the bathroom.

A dark cloth curtain was hung between the bathtub and the shower, Mo Rantong puffed out his cheeks annoyed and grateful, and began to stare at the shower curtain sharply.

Well, she's undressing, washing her hair, applying body wash, and...

Mo Rantong touched his nose, but there was no blood.

The night was getting late, but Feng Qingshui was still busy. She dried the wet hair of a woman who had been pretending to be a corpse, and carried her to the bed before blowing on her own.

When all the dust settled, Feng Qingshui lay on the bed and sighed silently. Fortunately, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow are weekends. Otherwise, she might be late for work.

"Hey, Mo Rantong, don't touch me, sleep well, I'll cut your hair and nails tomorrow morning, don't move, go to sleep!"

Pushing Mo Rantong away with her hands, Feng Qingshui really convinced her: "If you want to pretend to be a corpse, keep pretending. If you don't sleep, I will sleep."

But would Mo Rantong listen to her? Of course not.

Regardless of Feng Qingshui's obstruction, he got into her arms, and Mo Rantong clung to Feng Qingshui's body like a vine, holding Feng Qingshui's body tightly.

Feng Qingshui: "..."

She really wanted to hit someone.

This ink is dyed.

This little sloppy, she is so used to her!