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He saw that Mo Mingyu was on fire all over his body, his Adam's apple moved, and the hands holding him were tightened again and again. The back of his hands was thin and thin, which could be covered by both palms, and the bones were soft, fragrant and flexible.

Until his lips were on fire, the person in his arms remained motionless, staring naked, even panting with his mouth open, the tip of his tongue looming, but his body was as quiet as a virgin.

Mo Mingyu was defeated, lowered his head inch by inch, and rubbed against Xiao Xiangjiu's lips, before he said dumbly: "Have you seen enough? Is it so bearable?"

It may be that the long life of sickness has given him a strong control over his body and mind, and he can do this during his love life, which makes people hate and joy.

Mo Mingluan put away his confused look, pursed his lips in a good mood, moved closer to him, and said coquettishly, "Not enough."

"How is it enough? Huh?" Mo Mingyu stabilized his chaotic breathing, and lowered his voice even more.

The last word, with a numb itching, penetrated from the ears to the heart, and flowed to the limbs. Mo Mingluan almost couldn't help softening into water, took a breath, and lightly touched the lips with the tip of his tongue, and finally Said: "Nothing is enough."

"Just like that?"

"Yes, I like it."

Straightforward and passionate, wrapped in honey, but like a gut-piercing poison, Mo Mingyu couldn't bear it any longer, he clenched his teeth, bit his lips that spit out shocking words, and murmured vaguely: "A Luan..."

After entering Longyun Fort, Mo Mingyu tidied his clothes and got out of the carriage with a gloomy face, but Mo Mingluan looked full of spring contentment.

Ye Linyun had already set up tables and benches, waiting for someone to come.

Seeing the obvious emotional contrast between the two who came in, and seeing Mo Mingluan's red, swollen and slightly moist lips, it suddenly dawned on him, what dissatisfaction do you dare to love someone?

He smiled and winked at Mo Mingluan: "You two are fast, Lin Cong hasn't arrived yet."

Mo Mingluan bent his lips and nodded.

Mo Mingyu snorted, thinking that he wanted to turn the carriage around halfway, but this person didn't want to, so he was angry.

Lin Cong and Nie Lu are still on the road at this time.

A carriage can be seen from a distance, and the two drive together.From time to time, small quarrels can be heard.

"Sit down and hug the stove," said the handsome and calm young man.

"I don't, that's what I want to do." Said another gentle and handsome man.

"What if it freezes?"

"Then you catch me."

"The reins will grind."

"Won't the reins grind your hands?"

"I am used to it."

"That's not okay, that's what I want to do."

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The dialogue without substantive content comes from Lin Cong and Nie Lu.

The task of inviting Lin Cong naturally fell on Nie Lv. The little beauty didn't know what happened today, so she insisted on driving by herself, and let the driver go back when she went out.

Nie Lu naturally disagreed. The inside of the car was comfortable and warm, and the outside was exposed to biting wind. As a result, the two of them struggled all the way because of this problem.

Nie Lu finally compromised, wrapped his two hands in his arms with one hand, and held the reins with one hand.

Lin Cong's face was frozen when he entered the door, and his words were awkward: "This cold day is so exciting."

Nie Lu quickly took his hand and rubbed it to invigorate the blood, his eyes were full of reproach and distress.

Ye Linyun rolled his eyes, now the distribution of dog food is organized into a group, even such an upright and simple person as Nie Lu is openly showing affection.

"Hey, this is mahjong, right? It's finally time to play." Lin Cong's hand was still held, and he swayed and looked back, taking a look.