Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Mo Niang flicked the cigarette with her slender fingers before raising her head: "How many times is enough?"

"What?" Qu Luo suspected that he had heard wrong.

Mo Niang didn't hesitate, she stretched out her hand and hugged his neck, her thin lips slightly curved: "I ask, how many times is it enough?"

"Heh." Qu Luo laughed very slowly: "So proactive?"

Mo Niang hummed and said, "Let's play with you."

"Seeing Sister Mo's active appearance, it affects my interest a bit." Qu Luo raised the corners of his pretty lips, cold and evil overflowed from his black eyes.

Mo Niang's heart hurt for a moment, but it was just a moment, and soon she laughed again: "Then do you want to do it or not?"

"What do you think?" Qu Luo hugged her tightly and leaned forward, but instead of kissing her, she directly took the coat behind her, put it on her body, and walked out without looking back.

While waving the long sleeves, a cold wind was brought out.

The sky outside is still not fully lit, and there is a vast expanse of white mist. The winter in the north seems to be very long.

The messy bed became a little cold because of the lack of one person's body temperature.

Mo Niang lay on it, rolled herself into the thick quilt, her waist was a little sore, but it didn't hurt very much.

Sure enough, as long as it was offered, he wouldn't ask for it.

Being rejected doesn't feel good.

As expected, I still felt a little embarrassed.

Mo Niang smiled, and slowly closed her eyes, she should sleep to wake herself up...

However, Mo Niang didn't sleep for a long time.

The door was pushed open.

It's Quluo.

I don't know what he's doing when he's back.

Mo Niang forced her eyelids to look at him lazily.

There was an ice-cold smile on that handsome face, and snow powder was still wiping off his shoulders. He sat beside her, and his calloused palms poked into the quilt from the edge...

Mo Niang couldn't help but blushed, and wanted to escape, but he pinned her wrist.

He didn't say anything, just looked at her with those long and narrow eyes, until he rubbed her whole body and burned her, then he hugged her suddenly, breathed heavily and bit her ear, as if holding her. Feeling hatred: "Since you like this way of playing, then let me do it until I am satisfied..."

Then, there was another round of darkness, and the Mo Niang was forced to make a sound by the tenderness.

He seemed to like listening to her voice very much, and even kissed with more force than usual. When the scorching heat hit, his cerebral cortex was left blank.

He hugged her, his low voice was sexy and husky: "Do you want me to stop or continue, huh?"

Mo Niang didn't speak, she was already speechless, her body seemed to have been swallowed, her elongated neck was fragile and sexy, her eyes were blurred, she didn't know why the other party stopped.

Qu Luo looked at her, the red lips that were kissed had a faint luster, and even the indifferent eyes showed a glamor that had never been seen before.

Qu Luo only felt his breath blazing, and was almost confused by her eyes. He couldn't bear it anymore, leaned over and bit her neck fiercely!

The kiss was like a burning fire, as hot as eating people.

Mo Niang's face was blushing, and the fingers holding onto the clothes lost all strength, and could only swing back and forth with his movements...

After everything stopped, it was already after lunch.

Old Zhao came out from the room next door, and patted Qu Luo's shoulder with a big laugh, his face full of ambiguity.

He didn't know where Qu Luo slept last night, and he was still teasing him and another girl during the dinner.

The devil girl came a bit late, and she didn't appear until Lao Zhao was drinking his second glass of wine. She had put on makeup on her face, and she still looked lazy and beautiful, like a queen.

"I'm late, so I'll punish myself with a drink." She smiled slightly, and took a glass of wine with a flick of her sleeve, her eyes were bright, and she was well-mannered.

Qu Luo was sitting next to her, twirling the small white porcelain cup with her fingers, smiling half-smile.

The two of them didn't speak, as if they had discussed it a long time ago, they kept silent about everything that happened last night, and even showed a bit of alienation on their faces.

Everyone thought that Qu Luo didn't like women like Mo Niang, even if they were old acquaintances, they wouldn't have a deep friendship.

For this reason, Lao Zhao felt very regretful, since his two best friends were somewhat at odds, no matter how you think about it, it is a pity.

However, he didn't know that on the wooden table, Qu Luo's left hand clasped Mo Niang's right hand, using a little force.

Mo Niang turned her head and glanced at Qu Luo, but she didn't push him away.

In this way, since that day, the relationship between the two people has changed.

During the day, they are just old acquaintances who nod to each other.

And at night, they would stalk almost all night.

It's just that the longer you entangle, the colder your heart will become...

I didn't care how absurd such a relationship was, and followed the body's instinct to hug and kiss. No one said: "I like you".

It's like a delicate game, going on with no future in sight, ready to be destroyed at any moment...

It was another lingering lingering that didn't stop until dawn. When Mo Niang opened her eyes, she was still the only one in the room. The quilt was cold, and when she stretched out her hand, she quickly shrank back.

After resting for a while, Mo Niang rubbed her sore waist, and called the maidservant out of the building.

Ye Die's special fruit wine must be selected by herself, even if she is lazy, she must do her job well.

The streets are bustling with people coming and going, and the Chinese New Year is coming in a few days. People of all ages are shopping for new year’s goods, and there are countless lantern couplets. It seems that the cholera a few days ago did not cause much damage to people.

The new emperor managed the capital very well, and everywhere was prosperous and bustling.

Mo Niang stood by the fruit stall, picked out the red apples with downcast eyes, took one and put it on the tip of her nose and sniffed it...

"Girl..." A familiar voice sounded from behind, full of exhaustion and hoarseness.

It was Nangong Rongguang. He was wearing a well-crafted robe with snow-white fox fur on his shoulders.

Mo Niang turned her head, looked at the cold figure, smiled familiarly as if meeting an old friend: "Well, it's me, are you here to buy fruit too?"

Nangong Rongguang looked at her without moving.

Mo Niang smiled, put the apples into the bag, and continued to pick pears.

Nangong Rongguang stood behind her all the time, someone came over, carrying a basket and waiting for him to make way... He didn't seem to realize that he was standing there, his face was pale, very dangerous.

There was a carriage running over in the distance, and Mo Niang hurriedly pulled him away.

He finally returned to normal, and his voice sounded a little trembling: "It's been so long... where have you been?"