Mengfei Qiqi

Chapter 551 Can I Pull Again 7
"Really?" Mo Hanqing lowered her eyes slightly, looked down at Ye Qiqi condescendingly, and asked in a low voice, "What will happen if you get angry?"

"I...I..." Ye Qiqi looked at him angrily, and after a long while, he choked out a sentence: "If I get angry, I will bite you!"

"Oh."

Mo Hanqing's eyes flickered with an unknown light, and the corners of his thin lips suddenly raised a slight arc and said, "Where did you bite me? Mouth??"

"you……"

Ye Qiqi was taken aback, he didn't expect him to say it so bluntly, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

"Since the lady wants to bite me so much, then I will reluctantly let you bite me." Mo Hanqing smiled slightly, and before Ye Qiqi could react, she directly lowered her head, her thin lips accurately covering the on her rosy lips.

"Uh...uh..."

Ye Qiqi only felt a soft and warm touch resting on his lips, and the next second, he pried open her lips and teeth, and inserted his slippery tongue into her mouth.

"Um... um..."

After all, Ye Qiqi still couldn't resist his gentle and passionate kiss, she just struggled a little, and then fell completely.

Outside the tent, Mo Xiuzhu pricked up his ears to listen to the sound of kisses coming from inside. His blushing cheeks turned red to the base of his neck all of a sudden.

shit...

isn't it...

That's how it started?

He hasn't gone in yet to ask for his quilt back! !

Mo Xiuzhu stood outside the tent and wandered around a few times in some hesitation, and had no choice but to turn around and walk back resignedly.

Back in his tent, Murong Hongyu hadn't slept yet.

He watched Mo Xiuzhu come back with a red face, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked in a low voice: "Did the quilt come back?"

"En." Mo Xiuzhu nodded helplessly with eyes full of eyes.

"Have you been beaten by Han Qing?" Murong Hongyu looked Mo Xiuzhu up and down, and saw that his clothes were intact without any wrinkle, and he didn't look like he had been beaten.

"No..." Mo Xiuzhu heaved a long sigh, walked to Murong Hongyu's side, sat down, and said in a low voice, "I didn't even enter their tent."

"Why?" Murong Hongyu looked at him with some puzzlement and asked, "You don't want your own quilt anymore?"

"No." Mo Xiuzhu looked around, suddenly lowered his voice, moved to Murong Hongyu's side, and said mysteriously: "The candles in their tents have already been extinguished..."

"Huh? Already asleep?"

"Well... not just sleeping." Mo Xiuzhu immediately showed a weird and gossip smile when he mentioned this topic: "Guess what I heard outside their tent?"

"..."

Murong Hongyu turned his head, looked at the malicious smile on Mo Xiuzhu's face, was silent for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I don't want to hear it."

His words made Mo Xiuzhu, who had been suffocating his stomach full of words and was about to say something, suddenly stuck.

The words that were almost reaching the throat were stuck there so unsteadily, and it was extremely uncomfortable in an instant.

"Hey, why don't you want to hear it? This is breaking news. Let me tell you...I..."

However, as soon as Mo Xiuzhu's words were normal, he saw Murong Hongyu's slender fingers tap his chest twice quickly. In the next second, he opened his mouth wide and couldn't utter a single word.

(End of this chapter)