Luxurious family does not accept the love: Mr.Mu, please respect yourself！

Lanxi's face turned white.

She dodged in her water eyes, bit her lips and didn't answer.

"Mu Lanxi." he frowned, his eyes colder.

Another burst of tearing colic came. Her pale little face was full of sweat. With menstrual blood overflowing, her strength was drained. Her little hand grabbed the sleeping bag and said wrongly: "I didn't change... You've always been here... I can't change..."

During this period, Ji Yao came in several times and winked to show her to change her wet pants. However, the iceberg atmosphere was too strong and cold. Ji Yao was scared back several times. At the same time, he also extremely despised Lanxi's involuntary timidity and fear of him.

Mu Yanchen has a handsome face, cold as ice.

He never tried this feeling. He was filled with anger and wanted to strangle her. After his anger burned, there was overwhelming pity and love, but it seemed as if he could not be near or far away through a layer of transparent glass.

Ji Yao appeared again at this time, shaking the bag in his hand: "brother mu, young master mu, I have brown sugar. Do you want to ask Lanxi?"

From her point of view, mu Yanchen's knife cut side face was as cold as ice, staring at the poor man in the sleeping bag. Although it looked scary, but

Ji Yao swallowed his saliva and felt that he was really handsome!!

Before he could react, the shadow covered him. Mu Yanchen's tall and straight figure got up and flashed past her. Lenglie said, "go in and have a look at her."

In the small tent, Ji Yao got up and zipped up, and the two girls shrank together.

"Mulanxi, I ask you, what kind of rippling mood did you feel when your brother Mu picked you up and your bright red menstrual blood dripped sadly on his white shirt?"

"Jiyao, go to hell..." the little hand pushed her forehead away, and then covered her abdomen, "er..."

"Ah? Are you weak?"

"Well..."

"Does it hurt?"

"Your nonsense! I'm dying of pain..." Lanxi's voice trembled, and her eyes almost exuded tears.

Mu Yanchen stood outside for a while. Although the night was cold, he still felt a little hot and dry. The buttons on the collar were untied, and neither of them faded so quickly, especially when he heard her sobbing and crying pain inside.

The zipper of the tent was opened, and Ji Yao was surprised.

"Well?" his voice was steady, but the cold light in his eyes stabbed people's back.

Ji Yao was silly and nodded fiercely for a long time: "well, all right..."

She packed up her things and crawled out of the tent. When she was about to walk to the pile of girls, she realized something was wrong - er... Was she kicked out??

The night in early summer is cool. Although the blanket is spread under it, it is easy to catch cold when sleeping on it.

Lanxi originally thought that the night had passed so sadly. She slept in a daze. When her arms stretched out, she subconsciously leaned over. Her small face was cold and hot, and climbed his shoulder and stuck it in his neck.

Embrace ironing, warm as spring.

Mu Yanchen sat up with her, rubbed her soft hair with his big palm and hugged her into his arms. His cold eyes were as bright and cold as the stars at night. He pasted them on her forehead and found that fortunately they didn't burn. His low voice said, "pain?"

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The back is more ambiguous... Itchy hands. I really want to write down. I like the ambiguous god horse when I'm not sober. My brother can't help it ~ ~ ~ ~ just a little embarrassed when I'm sober... Look forward to it!