Abduction of love and marriage: wrongly provoking the black emperor

Chapter 62 Forced Repression
"What are you doing?" Feng Sumo was baffled by his behavior, and wanted to break free from his hand, but Moxiluo refused.

"Clean." He said two words simply, and Moxiluo pulled a small towel next to him, and wiped vigorously the place where the alcohol had been drenched.

"You pervert." Feng Sumo scolded, trying to pull his hand away from him.

She is not his who, is there such a domineering one?
Moxiluo stubbornly grabbed her hand, led her to the bathroom, turned on the faucet, and after cleaning her up with a "crash", he let her go with satisfaction.

"Bastard!" Feng Sumo scolded in a low voice, and when he got out of the bathroom, he hugged the sheets and wanted to go out of the room.

"Where are you going?" Moxilu stretched out his long arms and blocked her way in a timely manner, with a casual tone.

"Sleeping in the living room." Feng Sumo glared at him angrily, and wanted to leave his hands away, but before he could move his legs, he was hugged back by Moxiluo.

Boom!
Without a trace of pity, her petite body was thrown on the bed.

"You bastard!" Feng Sumo rubbed his beautiful butt that hurt from the fall, staring at Moxiluo with beautiful eyes, accusing angrily.

"In the future, you have to get used to the many people around you." Moxiluo raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his tall body lay down on the bed, occupying most of the space, and then stretched out his long arms, and pulled her into his arms.

"Let me go, otherwise..." Feng Sumo couldn't help but twitch, trying to think of words that could threaten him, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of any.

After meeting him, she was the one who was threatened from the beginning to the end.

Moxiluo glanced at her, and said a faint sentence from his thin lips, "If you struggle again, I will make you unable to get out of bed tomorrow."

Feng Sumo was so blocked by him that his face was red, and his face was so red that it exploded.

Facts have proved that when meeting Moxiluo, Feng Sumo was overwhelmed not only by his defensive ability, but also by his speech.

So, under His Highness Xi Luo's words, Feng Sumo was forced to lie on the same bed with him again.

However, in the previous two nights, she was unconscious, and now she was fully awake to sleep with him, and Feng Sumo had a thorn in his body, no matter how he slept, he felt uncomfortable.

The petite body tossed and turned several times on the bed, then simply shrank to the edge of the bed, turned her back to him, and ignored him as air.

However, Mecillo is the kind of person who is willing to be airy easily.

Stretching out his long arms, he hugged her back into his arms, Moxiluo turned sideways, and his slender body hung on her.

"Let me go..." A dangerous gesture made Feng Sumo's pink cheeks flush hot, and he pushed his hands on his chest and began to refuse.

"If you can't sleep, how about we do something else?" Moxiluo looked down at her hand resting on his chest, calmly tore it off, and wrapped it around his neck.

In the case of this woman's unwillingness to submit, for his own welfare, he can only be self-sufficient.

"...I'll sleep when you come down." Feng Sumo's eyes were filled with grief and indignation, and the sharp sword in his eyes shot at him a few times, but there was nothing he could do.

Therefore, Mo Shao's coercive suppression once again played a significant role.

Satisfied Seeing her angry appearance, Moxiluo felt a perverted sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Lying down on the side, he hugged her in a domineering bear hug posture, and his depressed mood before finally eased up.

Unfortunately, Feng Sumo was once again forced to share the same bed all night...

(End of this chapter)