After rebirth, I became the villain's little ancestor

Chapter 100 Don't Move
Mo Yunzhao gritted his teeth angrily at his aggressive behavior, stretched out his hand to straighten the hem of the skirt, and snatched the belt back.

Ling Jingyu's hand really couldn't rest.

I went to grab the grass, and then I went to grab Mo Yunzhao's skirt, caressing the plum blossom embroidery on her dress.

Mo Yunzhao gritted his teeth angrily, made a movement of smoothing the hem of the skirt, and pushed his hand away.

Ling Jingyu didn't make any more moves, but looked up at her with a smile.

The smile is very bright and warm, which makes people feel like the sun is rising.

Mo Yunzhao simply got up and leaned against the tree trunk, closed his eyes, and ignored Ling Jingyu.

Out of sight is pure.

Xu was tired, and after leaning on her for a while, her breathing became longer.

Ling Jingyu squatted in front of her, seeing her eyes closed, breathing long, falling asleep.

When she was asleep, she didn't show her teeth and claws so much.

He saw that her hair ornament was gone, her black hair spread out like silk, her small face was also plain and tender.

In this paradise-like place, she is the little fairy, the elf.

Ling Jingyu looked at the flowers here, they were colorful and very gorgeous.

Get up and pick the flowers.

The little animal hiding in the grass saw him, jumped and hid in another bush, and then popped out a small head to look at Mo Yunzhao.

Mo Yunzhao woke up after not sleeping for long.

It was almost dusk, and the sky was an orange sky.

When she opened her eyes, she saw a large bouquet of flowers in front of her, including yellow, pink, and red, all of which were beautiful or exquisite.

When she turned her head again, she saw Ling Jingyu sitting cross-legged, holding a garland that had just been woven.

The flowers are white, and the red plums are inserted across him.

It was as if he didn't know she woke up.

As he weaves the garland, she looks sideways at him.

The sun is setting and the years are quiet.

Ling Jingyu made the garland, looked up at Mo Yunzhao, and smiled brightly, "Does it look good?"

Mo Yunzhao wanted to answer subconsciously, but turned his eyes away, "The Lord of the city is blind."

Ling Jingyu smiled, "The monkeys prepared food, you eat some to fill your belly."

It is wild fruit.

The animals here are very spiritual, and they don't even eat fish in the lake.

Mo Yunzhao took a red fruit, took a bite, and the bright red juice overflowed from the corner of her lips, dyeing her lips like those soft petals, really pretty.

Ling Jingyu knelt behind her and reached out to grab her hair.

Mo Yunzhao turned his head slightly, trying to turn sideways, but he held his shoulders.

"Ah Zhao, don't move."

The voice is gentle but domineering.

If she doesn't follow suit, he has plenty of ways to keep her from moving.

Mo Yunzhao gnawed on the fruit, felt Ling Jingyu's fingers, used them as a comb, and combed her hair.

The slender fingers passed through the hair, and the slightly callused fingertips gently slid across the scalp.

It has a different touch than a comb.

Let her heart be a little quiet, but a little chaotic.

Under the setting sun, Mo Yunzhao was gnawing some fruit, while Ling Jingyu knelt behind her, brushing her hair deftly with her fingers, braiding her hair on both sides of her ears.

He also took out a thin hair tie, pulled the two small braids behind his head, and tied them up.

Time stands still and beauty flows.

The blue hair that was flying randomly in the wind became orderly in an instant.

After waiting, he put the wreath on her head again.

"It's pretty." Ling Jingyu lowered his head slightly, squinting at her with a smile.

The garland reflected, the broken hair was attached to her forehead, and the wind blew by, gently shaking with her, soft cheeks, jade-like skin.

How to see, how to see.

He looked very satisfied.

(End of this chapter)