The Evil Emperor is So Sultry

Mo Yan touched her forehead, naturally also stained with her sweat.

In general, this sticky feeling will be uncomfortable. Therefore, ziqianmo subconsciously wants to avoid, feel very embarrassed, his sweat, stained with Mo Dayan forehead or something. Especially, she has just expressed her love to Mo Dayan, which is very harmful to her image.

Ouch, ouch, the burden of her demon king idol!

It's crushing her!

Ziqianmo began to struggle.

Mo Yan released a big hand, pressed the back of her head, and pressed it in her own direction. She was not allowed to struggle, let alone escape!

It's such a time. If you don't make your words clear and give your feelings, how can you escape?

Anyway, she can't escape from his palm today!

"I..." in the face of Mo Yan's question, ziqianmo was at a loss and stammered, "I..."

"You said, you like me, how can you still run?"

Mo Yan's lips raised a radian, a little withered, a little black, heart machine emperor mode is fully open, "lift up and run, right? Why, is our demon king so irresponsible? You say you like me, but I'm totally serious. "

Ziqianmo（ ° ー °〃) When you say that, I seem to be... Sorry to run away.

It's a bit of slag.

It seems that it's not suitable to run after the tease.

Of course, the demon king should take the responsibility. She is the best demon king in the world.

"No running."

Her body, relieved of tension, also gave up resistance and struggle.

It's like a baituanzi caught in a net. He holds him, kneading and touching.

"That's right." Mo Yan hugged her more and more, but under the premise of never hurting her.

Warm and fragrant nephrite in my arms.

In the heart is a strong sense of satisfaction.

First, he rubbed his forehead intimately. Then, Mo Yan put the tip of his nose against her. It was completely zero distance. We could clearly feel each other's breathing, "little Momo, I'm very happy, especially happy. You can like me, for me, is the happiest thing in the world

Even if the road ahead is dark.

No matter how many people want him to die.

It doesn't matter.

As long as he has her by his side, as long as he knows that she likes him and belongs to him alone, he will not be afraid even if there is a sea of corpses, a abyss and countless darkness ahead.

His heart, always leave a line of warmth, leave a pure land with her.

"Well." Ziqianmo long eyelashes, like butterfly wings.

On the light colored glazed eyes, there is a light haze.

It's love, a beautiful color.

"After that, you will be my man." After ecstasy and excitement, is the oath of hegemony.

Mo Yan tightened the slender waist of his beloved more and more, pressed her whole person in his arms, put her head on his shoulder, and gently stroked her hair, "I am also your person."

I belong to you, only to you.

You belong to me, only to me.

From this moment on, this is our relationship.

Nothing, anyone, anything can be changed!

"I'm not your man." Ziqianmo's head leaned on Mo Yan's broad and solid shoulder and murmured in a small voice.

"Well?" Immersed in the joy of love in the man, keenly raised eyebrows, Phoenix eyes dangerous squint.