Exploding cute kitten princess: Xianzun, don't mess with me

Chapter 378 If Cats Have Nine Lives

Mo Xiaoxian secretly swallowed her saliva. Although she couldn't feel the love for the Immortal Venerable now, she still had no resistance to his cold and ascetic face.

To put it superficially, it means that she is addicted to masculinity and cannot extricate herself.

Speaking of literature and art, it is the greatest respect for his body.

It is simply using life to interpret what is called the world of looking at faces.

Mo Xiaoxian suddenly felt that if she died in the future, she would definitely die on the body of the immortal.

This is too much to pursue.

Mo Xiaoxian specially reflected on this for three seconds. After the reflection, he started a new round of obsession with male sex.

Seeing her changing expression, Fuli Immortal Venerable couldn't help raising his eyebrows and asked, "Woman, what are you thinking?"

As soon as these words came out, not only him, but even Mo Xiaoxian was stunned for a moment. How long has it been since she did her duty as a womanizer?
Looking outside, the moonlight is beautiful tonight, and the shadows of the trees are mottled. It is very suitable for chatting about the wind, flowers, snow and moon, and exploring the great harmony of life.

So Mo Xiaoxian walked to the table and sat down, raised his chin, and pointed in the direction of the bed.

Immortal Fuli asked: "What?"

"Don't you want to show it to me?" Mo Xiaoxian said in a blink of an eye, teasingly: "Then go to bed and take off."

Immortal Fuli was stunned for a moment, then Shi Shiran got up and walked in front of her: "I can see it more clearly here."

……

God sees more clearly!

Mastering the stick, but aiming for the yard.

Mo Xiaoxian looked straight at his waist and abdomen, feeling a little depressed, stretched out his index finger, and poked him: "Stay back." This height and this position are a bit like a certain position in a erotic picture.

Immortal Fuli stepped back as he said, staring straight at Mo Xiaoxian, but his hands didn't stop, he unbuttoned his collar, and slowly took off his coat, leaving only a layer of close-fitting clothing, outlining a daydream figure.

Mo Xiaoxian controlled Teddy in his body, and asked him sincerely, "Why don't you continue?"

Immortal Fuli raised his eyebrows.

Mo Xiaoxian understood, immediately took out the Qiankun bag and poured out all the Ye Mingzhu inside: "Are these enough?"

Immortal Fuli's face darkened, "Mo Xiaoxian!"

"Then what do you want? I have nothing else but these."

Immortal Fuli looked at her with burning eyes: "What do you think I want?"

……

Mo Xiaoxian sighed, stood up, walked over to hug him: "Don't be sad."

Immortal Fuli's body froze, and he let her hold her. After a long while, he denied it: "No."

"Okay, if you say no, you don't have it." Mo Xiaoxian patted his back lightly, and comforted him softly: "I... didn't mean to dislike you, it's just temporary, and it will be fine after a while."

After a pause, Mo Xiaoxian said again: "If cats have nine lives, I want to live with you for every one of them."

Immortal Fuli hugged her tightly when he heard the words, and sniffed her unique smell greedily, which made him obsessed and intoxicated, and his heart that had been hanging all this time seemed to have a sense of belonging.

There is a place in my heart that softens into a puddle of spring water.

If cats have nine lives, I want to live with you every one of them.

Just sixteen short words, let him be defeated.

Because of her, he became very low, as low as the dust, but he was happy in his heart, and flowers could bloom from the dust.

The bright and clear moon hangs in the sky, and the watery moonlight shines in through the window, and the figures on the ground are in pairs, cuddling each other.

It seemed like just a moment, and it seemed like a long time.

Immortal Fuli noticed that the person in his arms was trembling slightly, and couldn't help frowning: "Is it cold?"

Mo Xiaoxian shook his head: "No."

　Because of her, he became very low, as low as the dust, but he was happy in his heart, and flowers could bloom from the dust.This sentence is quoted from Zhang Ailing~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)