Traveling through the beast world

Chapter 79 Beauty drinking, so handsome posture!
Only now did Song Weiwei come back to her senses, a little embarrassed, all she could think about these dirty things lately.

Those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black, Song Weiwei was spoiled by the hooligan tiger!

Song Weiwei was lying on the soft grass. Lan Lingche covered her with the animal fur coat, but she had no intention of going to sleep. Song Weiwei was buried in the animal fur coat, only her fluffy head was exposed.

At this time, the sun has completely set, the bright moonlight is pouring down on the earth, and misty mist is still suspended in the air, which is beautiful and beautiful.

The moonlight was pouring on her fair little face, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, she was really pretty.

Lan Lingche was moved by seeing it, leaned over and kissed her forehead, and said softly, "Xiao Weiwei, go to bed quickly."

The warmth of his lips scalded her cool little face.

Under the moonlight, his face was like a quietly blooming white tuberose. He sat there with his legs slightly curled up and one hand on his knee. His posture was casual but also noble and elegant.

Song Weiwei stretched out a hand to hold his hand on his knee, and said softly, "Ache, I can't sleep without you hugging me."

She is used to his hug, his body temperature and his smell when she sleeps, otherwise she will suffer from insomnia for a while like now.

Lan Lingche held her hand tightly, with a warm smile, "This mountain forest is dangerous, we can't all fall asleep, you sleep and I and Mo Ran take turns watching the night."

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao will be there, Mo Ran is dressed in a black robe, and I have to say that this guy has a special aura, he appears like a gangster boss in a movie, as if he is accompanied by exciting heavy music, which makes people feel involuntarily , in awe.

I heard him sneer, the smile was very light and disdainful, but it was very clear in this silent night where only the wind was heard.

Obviously, he heard their conversation.

jealous!
Mo Ran sat down on the grass three meters away from the two of them. He sat in the same posture as Lan Lingche, with his legs slightly curled up and one hand resting on his knee. However, the same posture was done completely differently by the two of them. style of painting.

Lan Lingche is elegant and quiet, like a handsome man in comics.

And when he did it, he was domineering.

I think it has a lot to do with the character of clothing.

Song Weiwei's head wandered off for a while, and suddenly smelled the aroma of wine, and saw Mo Ran holding a white square porcelain bottle in his other hand, sending it to his mouth from time to time, while delivering the wine, his eyes were still looking at it. Looking at the full moon in the sky.

There is a feeling of drinking away sorrow.

The beauty is drinking, her posture is so handsome!
Song Weiwei stared at him without blinking, never tired of watching him!
She looked at Mo Ran for a while, then looked at Lan Lingche, looked at Lan Lingche for a while, then looked at Mo Ran, and repeated it several times. Her eyes, like black jewels, rolled around for a long time. It was really hard to comment in her heart. Which of the two is better.

Each has its own merits!
Seeing her starry eyes turning back and forth at himself and Mo Ran, with the word nympho written all over her face, Lan Lingche laughed happily.

"Little Weiwei hurry up to sleep, it's dark and you can't see well, you can watch it when you wake up tomorrow morning." Lan Lingche's words were quite teasing.

Song Weiwei curled her lips and remained silent.

The fire was still beeping and burning, and the jumping orange flames illuminated this warm and peaceful place.

There was a thin soft light on the faces of the three of them, as beautiful as people walking out of a painting.

Song Weiwei is not willing to miss the opportunity to admire the beauties under this rare moonlight. Mo Ran and Lan Lingche are rarely in the same frame as they are now. Now her vision is like experiencing Gao Chao, not to mention how comfortable it is .

After Mo Ran snorted coldly, he drank into the porcelain bottle without making a sound.

As if they didn't exist.

(End of this chapter)