Fast wear strategy female with poison

Chapter 1266 Strategies Against the Tasteless Copycat Boss
Except for the expression of emotion that night, nothing happened between Feng Feng and Mo Qing. Because she was drunk, she fell asleep in his arms within a short time.

When she woke up the next day, she opened her eyes and saw him staring at her quietly. The person who just woke up was at a loss for a while, and then she came to her senses. She blinked, "When did you wake up?"

"Not long." Mo Qing raised his hand and gently rubbed it on her cheek. He whispered softly, "Did you sleep well?"

"Hmm..." Grabbing his hand and rubbing it against her face, she narrowed her eyes happily, and then slipped into his arms again, she sighed: "It's a good thing I'm drunk, and I'm drunk when I'm drunk." Memory, otherwise, if you play tricks, I really can't do anything..."

"What can't be done?"

"If you change your mind again and say what you said yesterday... In fact, you never said it, then I can't prove that you like me?"

"Don't worry, I will never regret what I say." With a light embrace around her waist, a smile rose from the corner of his lips.

Unwillingly, Feng Jing asked again: "Then in your heart now, is it me or those herbs and wood that are more important?"

"Those herbs and wood, just..."

"Just what?"

"No, nothing." Mo Qing kissed the corner of her lips lightly, "Those things are not comparable to you."

There was joy in her eyes, "That means...in the future you won't spend so much time carving wood, but will accompany me, right?"

"Yes, I will accompany you."

"Mo Qing, now I believe that you really like me!" Turning over and laying on top of him, she was excited to keep him, feeling as if her mood was sweeter than eating the sweetest candy.

And soon, her complexion changed slightly, because she felt the heat on her lower abdomen.

As for men, it is easy to react every morning. Mo Qing is also a man, and his body is no exception.

Feng Jing raised her head tremblingly, "Mo Qing...are you feeling alright?"

"If the scenery is to ask, can I control myself..." He smiled, "I think as long as you don't move around, I can barely do it."

"Then I won't move around..." Feng Jing obediently lay on his body, not moving at all, as if she was really afraid that he would do something agitated.

But Mo Qing's self-control has always been extraordinary, and after a while, his body's reaction gradually calmed down, and he touched the back of her head resting on his chest with one hand, and sighed, "You are indeed a trouble."

She pouted, "Why am I in trouble?"

"From the first day I met you, I knew that you must be troublesome when I saw you meddling in your own business."

"Mo Qing!"

He laughed, "Unfortunately, knowing that you are a trouble, I actually took you back."

She looked up and glared at him, "So do you regret it now?"

"It's too late to regret it." His voice was soft and gentle, "After all, I was the one who put on your dog skin plaster."

"Is there a dog skin plaster that looks as good as me!?" She sat up from him unconvinced, held his face and said: "You can get a piece of dog skin plaster like me, you earned it, okay?"

Even if she is a dog skin plaster, she must be the most beautiful dog skin plaster in the world.

He raised his lips, "I did earn it."

As the words fell, the hand placed on the back of her head slightly exerted force, causing her to lower her head, and he kissed her chattering little mouth again.

(End of this chapter)