Mo Qingcheng didn't know how long he had slept at that sleep. Just looking at it, it was late summer. The wild flowers on the road seemed to have bloomed to the extreme, with some precipitated colors, and even a little too thick. It seemed that they were just waiting for a wind, and they were about to turn into ashes...

Mo Qinghan was right in front of him, wearing a black brocade robe, creating a shadow in the sun. I don’t know if it is hot under the bright sun. But in Mo Qingcheng’s opinion, that person is an insulator and can automatically dissipate the cold. I guess the heat capacity is still considerable...

The man's shoulders were very wide, which made people feel very secure. His waist was narrow and he looked very stylish. At this moment, he was riding on the horse. Mo Qingcheng suddenly remembered a word. Although he had changed it, it was also very suitable for this person. The word was - Prince of Dark Horse

Mo Qinghan was the only man Mo Qingcheng had ever seen who always tied his hair with a jade crown. To be honest, she had to say that the man dressed like this and looked very beautiful. Although his clothes were not serious, they were also very neat. When he was lazy, he would show a little spring light, especially the fine bangs on his forehead, which occasionally shone brightly and was extremely handsome...

Mo Qingcheng loves to watch handsome men, especially handsome men with different styles. It is undeniable that Mo Qinghan's existence has become the best object for her to pass the time after dinner... Of course, a person like Mo Qingcheng who can't be idle for a moment naturally cannot sit all day and become a flower slut. You should know that it is so beautiful, if you see too much, you will get tired of it...

Although Mo Qingcheng seemed to be insatiable and useless. In fact, this person knew him well. Those things he liked always controlled his level well, and would not be too obsessed, but was stubborn... So, Mo Qingcheng relied on his three-inch tongue and the invincible cheeky technique to make a ball of secret guards under Mo Qinghan who could not say a hundred words a year in less than a day...

Moreover, under Mo Qinghan's nose, he was rumoring a lot of situations he wanted to understand... Of course, the premise was that the person was willing to turn a blind eye...
Chapter completed!