Master is a white moonlight

On the next day, the clouds blew out the morning light, and the soft sunlight overflowed into the room through the window, and sprinkled on Leng Yijiao's side face.

Leng Yizheng's snow-white cheeks were still stained with tears, and her eyes were a little swollen from crying too much.

Leng Yizhen's originally stretched brows were suddenly furrowed, and he kept murmuring in a low voice, "Master, I know I was wrong, and I don't dare to do it again."

"Master, don't leave me behind!" Leng Yijiao suddenly yelled, and opened his eyes suddenly.

Leng Yizhen sat up slowly and leaned against the head of the bed.He stretched out his hand to caress his violently heaving chest, panting heavily.

The scene in the dream is too real, so real that it makes people feel terrible.It seems that everything in the dream is reality, but everything now has become a dream.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door.

"Who?" Leng Yijiao poked his head out and asked towards the door.

"Xiao'er, it's me."

Mo Yu was dressed in an ivory white gown, stood at the door, and withdrew her hand from knocking on the door.

When Leng Yizhen heard this, he jumped out of bed happily, before he had time to put on his shoes, he ran to open the door with bare feet.

"Mo Yu, good morning." Leng Yizhen pushed open the door with both hands, and looked at Mo Yu with a sweet smile.

"Xian'er, yesterday was my fault." Mo Yu said seriously, "I shouldn't..."

"No, it's my fault!" Leng Yizhen raised his hand, and put his fingertips on Mo Yu's soft lips, preventing him from continuing, "It's because I didn't care enough about you these days, and I didn't even go to see you for a long time. Tianyin Pavilion didn't even notice."

"Mo Yu, I know that singing is not only your job, but also your spiritual pillar, and it has already been integrated into your life." Leng Yizhen looked at Mo Yu with a pair of almond eyes, and said with self-reproach, "I shouldn't act rashly. Since I told you to give up singing, I shouldn't say that it's okay if you don't have any plays to sing."

"Xian'er, I'm sorry." Mo Yu hugged Leng Yiyao into her arms, hugged her waist tightly, and said guiltily, "I will never lose my temper with you again."

"It's okay." Leng Yizhen rested his chin on Mo Yu's shoulder, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and a drop of crystal tear had already slid down his cheek.

Bathed in the morning light, the two hugged each other tightly for a long time before releasing each other.

Looking at Mo Yu in front of him, Leng Yizhen suddenly had the illusion of regaining what was lost, and tears fell down uncontrollably.

"Good boy, don't cry." Mo Yu raised his hand, gently wiped Leng Yilan's tears with his fingertips,

"Yeah." Leng Yijiao nodded again and again, and responded with a nasal voice,

"Then do you still want my salary?" Leng Yijiao stopped sobbing, looking at Mo Yu with a pair of red almond eyes and asked.

"Yes, of course." Mo Yu smiled, and leaned closer to Leng Yiluo's nose.

"It's more or less the same." Leng Yijiao looked at Mo Yu with a pair of eyes with a smile, and said with satisfaction.

"Xiao'er, why aren't you wearing shoes?!" Mo Yu noticed that Leng Yijiao was barefoot and had been standing with her for a long time, and couldn't help feeling distressed.

"This is me just now..." Before Leng Yizhen could finish speaking, Mo Yu hugged Leng Yizhen horizontally.

"Ah!" Leng Yijiao couldn't help but yelled before he could react, and wrapped his hands around Mo Yu's neck tightly, "Mo Yu, put me down!"

"What? Are you afraid that I won't be able to hold you?" Mo Yu turned to look at Leng Yijiao with a look of great difficulty, and asked with a slight frown.

"That's a little bit." Leng Yizhen smiled awkwardly, bit her lower lip lightly, and the hand around Mo Yu's neck couldn't help but tighten an inch, afraid that she would fall off.

Leng Yizhen couldn't help but secretly glanced at the ground, thinking that if he fell, his buttocks should hit the ground first, and it wouldn't hurt too much.

Looking at Leng Yizhen's cute little appearance, Mo Yu suddenly chuckled.

One lifted his foot, stepped over the threshold, and closed the door with his toe.

Mo Yu hugged Leng Yizhen directly to the edge of the bed and sat down, then squatted in front of the bed, and put on shoes and socks for Leng Yizhen seriously.

Leng Yizhen looked down at Mo Yu's earnest and careful look, and was so moved that she almost shed tears again. She lifted her chin slightly and tried her best to restrain her emotions.

"Xian'er, can you come to my room to test the lip balm?"

"what?"

"Didn't you say that my lip color is pretty?"

"It's pretty, but I've never painted these things." Leng Yijiao hesitated, "What if it doesn't look good?"

Mo Yu was still squatting on the ground, holding Leng Yizhen's hands in his palms, and said dotingly, "My baby is the prettiest no matter what."

"Okay, it's just your sweet talk." Leng Yizhen took Mo Yu's hand and pulled him up from the ground, "I have to go out later to get you a prescription for nourishing yin and nourishing blood. "

"Don't feel bitter." Before Mo Yu could answer, Leng Yijiao immediately added.

"What are you eating this for?" Mo Yu sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Leng Yizhen inexplicably, "I've been in good health recently."

"You didn't come here for an example..." Leng Yijiao immediately changed his words, "Did you come to Guishui?"

"En." Mo Yu nodded slightly and responded.

"Does your stomach hurt?" Leng Yizhen said, putting his hand on Mo Yu's stomach.

"A little bit." Mo Yu stretched out his hand, and lightly pressed Leng Yikan's hand, "Rub it for me."

"Well, you lie down first." Leng Yizhen said, "It's more comfortable this way."

"Well, good." Mo Yu took off her shoes obediently, then lay flat on the bed, and adjusted the hem of her long gown.

Seeing that Mo Yu was lying down, Leng Yizhen also took off his shoes, and then lay on his side on the bed.

Leng Yizhen supported his head with one hand, and gently rubbed Mo Yu's stomach with the other.The strength of the fingertips is just right, neither light nor heavy, neither slow nor urgent.

"feelling better?"

"En." Mo Yu closed her eyes, and responded with a nasal voice with great enjoyment.

"That's good."

"Chen'er."

"Ok?"

"I'll go to Baishantang with you in a while, and then we'll go shopping." Mo Yu curled his lips slightly, and turned to look at Leng Yiying, "I want to use Jian'er's salary to buy clothes, buy Jewelry, and lip balm.”

"Well, buy, buy, buy!" Leng Yizhen said happily, with a crescent moon on the corner of his lips, "I'll buy everything for you, whatever you want, I'll buy it for you."

A thin layer of water mist suddenly appeared in Mo Yu's eyes, and she leaned over and pressed Leng Yizhen under her body.Taking the opportunity unprepared, he kissed Leng Yizhen's lips fiercely.

A tip of the tongue was lightly touched, and the soft tongue opened the other's teeth, and they sucked each other affectionately.

"Hmm..." Leng Yijiao suddenly moaned softly, gently pushed away the Mo Yu that was pressing on her body, and gasped, "That's bad!"

"Xian'er, what's the matter?" Mo Yu asked, looking at Leng Yiyao who was below him because she didn't know.

"I'm also on my period." Leng Yizheng said to himself with a mournful face, "It seems that menstruation is really contagious."

"What is menstruation? Is it Guishui?"

"Hmm." Leng Yizhen looked at Mo Yu like a deflated balloon and said, "Mo Yu, can you give me some sanitary napkins?"

"What are sanitary napkins?"

"Then you are using..."

"Oh, I understand." Mo Yu said suddenly, got up and got out of bed, "I'll go back to the room and give you the menstrual information, just wait for me."

"Menography?" Leng Yizhen lay flat on the bed, not daring to move at all, and patted his forehead with his palm, "Almost forgot again."

After a while, Mo Yu brought the menstrual cloth from her room.

Leng Yijiao was not used to this month's announcement, and his actions suddenly became much slower.

Half an hour later, Leng Yizheng had washed up properly.She changed into a small emerald green dress, and her long hair was tied behind her head with a light apricot beaded headband.

In front of the dressing table, the two sat opposite each other.

Mo Yu held a box of cherry blossom-colored lip balm in her hand, dipped a little of it with her fingertips, and gently applied it on Leng Yizhen's lips.

Leng Yizhen lightly closed his eyes, feeling the coldness of Mo Yu's fingertips, and sneaked a glance at him from time to time.

"Okay." Mo Yu put away her lips and said softly, "Xian'er, let's take a look, do you still like it?"

Hearing the sound, Leng Yizhen opened his eyes.

Leng Yizhen's complexion was already fair, her cheeks were a little rosy, and her lips were matched with this pink cherry blossom color, so pink that one couldn't help but want to kiss her.

A pair of dark autumn water cut pupils, the tails of the eyes are slightly upturned, and there are always sparkling water waves. Such a little beauty disturbs Mo Yu's mind.

One approached, and the soft lips were directly applied to Leng Yizhen's lips.

"Hmm..." Leng Yijiao was unexpectedly kissed by Mo Yu, and said, "The lipstick fell off!"

Mo Yu didn't care about it, and immediately deepened the kiss, and inserted the tip of her tongue into the other's lips and teeth.

After the kiss was over, both of them looked at each other out of breath, with a little lust in their eyes.

"Mo Yu, you kissed my lipstick off." Leng Yijiao frowned slightly, looking at Mo Yu and pretending to be angry.

"It's okay." Mo Yu smiled slightly, and reached out to grab the lip balm on the dressing table, "I'll just put it on again."

"This time we have to make an agreement first." Leng Yizhen looked at Mo Yu and warned, "Don't kiss me again, it's not good to eat too much fat."

"There was a saying in the ancients, 'Death under the peony flower is a ghost, and it's romantic'." Mo Yu hooked the corners of his mouth, looked at Leng Yiyao affectionately with a pair of phoenix eyes, and said in a seductive voice, "If the mouth on the lips of the peony is eaten too much Fat, but being a romantic ghost is worth it."

"What nonsense! It's not auspicious at all!" Leng Yijiao hurriedly stopped, and suddenly felt a hot current gushing from his lower body, and couldn't help frowning.

"Xiao'er, I see that you look uncomfortable." Mo Yu looked at Leng Yizhen, and said with concern, "Why don't we go out today?"

"I'm not feeling sick, it's just that I'm not used to this menstrual news." Leng Yizhen grasped Mo Yu's hands, blinked her almond eyes, "Let's go, let's go shopping!"