Dressed as the uncle of farming culture

The words came to Xiao Le's ears, "That's what I thought when we first met."

This kiss was very light, but it made Xiao Le feel that his soul was going to heaven.

Mo Cheng's hands were still holding his face, Xiao Le could only stretch out his arms to wrap his arms around his waist.

After feeling his actions, Mo Cheng immediately picked him up, and just carried him behind the screen before putting him down.

"It's late at night, wash up and sleep."

After finishing speaking, he kissed his forehead again, and then Xiao Le watched Mo Cheng leave gracefully.

She also closed the door softly for him.

"That's it?"

Xiao Le clicked his tongue, touched his warm lips, smiled, took off his clothes and soaked himself in the tub...

Mo Cheng who returned to the room here is not as easy as him.

He poured cold water on himself in embarrassment, but there was a constant sound of water coming from the next door.

This made Mo Cheng think of Xiao Le taking a bath.

He slapped himself hard.

"Dirty!"

But it doesn't matter, the picture that should be thought is still drilled into his mind.

Mo Cheng gritted his teeth, and asked Xiao Er for several more buckets of cold water, and sat in the bathtub filled with cold water until midnight before getting up and going back to bed to sleep.

On the second day, Xiao Le, who was full of energy, saw Mo Cheng who seemed to have sucked up his yang energy like a goblin.

"Oh, Brother Mo Cheng, what's wrong with you?"

The fundus of the eyes was black and blue, and his complexion was very bad.

"It's nothing."

When he opened his mouth, his voice was still hoarse.