Feng Nishang began to sleep. In addition to eating and drinking water, even when she was awake, she looked weak and unable to open her eyes... Only that face was so beautiful that it became more and more amazing...

If Feng Nishang used to be a splendid style, then at this moment, she is definitely lingering in the world. Just lie there quietly, and you can teach Mo Qingcheng to be a fanatic all day long...

Faced with Feng Nishang's less and less awake... Mo Qingcheng was anxious, but he saw that the man always smiled at her as if he was used to it. His smile often made her remember a dream in Feng Kingdom... The man in the dream was also like this, smiling at her without any sorrow or joy, as if the next moment, he would become a feather...

But at the end of the dream, the man turned into a person with her dress. No matter how she cried or struggled, it seemed as if there was no room for any turn...

Just dreaming will hurt so much. If one day comes true, what will it look like?

On this day, Mo Qinghan couldn't resist Mo Qingcheng, so he finally chose a relatively prosperous inn to stay... The group was dusty for a long time, tired and hungry, and as soon as Mo Qingcheng entered the inn, he arranged to have a meal...

Because Feng Nishang was in poor health, Mo Qingcheng sent the man back to the room with great humanity, ordered food, and watched the man fall downstairs after finishing eating...

When Mo Qingcheng came down from the second floor, Mo Qinghan was sitting on a table by the window and eating quietly. The secret guards accompanied him occupied one-third of the table in the inn, but it did not affect the atmosphere at all. There were still many people in the martial arts world who were blushing and thick-necked while dancing and talking about the mountains...

Mo Qingcheng, with the classic madam smile, twisted the swaying crooked lotus steps, finally rubbed against Mo Qinghan's table with a very shameless smile, and then smiled and sat down...

Turning around, snatching the chopsticks of a diner on the table beside him, he turned around and started to storm the wind and clouds... That posture seemed like he hadn't eaten in five hundred years...

Mo Qinghan saw the corners of his mouth twitched slightly to wipe the man's butt, and Mo Qingcheng was eating very enthusiastically...

But Mo Qingcheng was eating with relish and enjoyed his face. However, when he heard someone whispering loudly, "I heard that recently, Emperor Qin recruited a group of masters and wanted to take the Wangqing Villa," the strength in his hand was not controlled well. The chopsticks that were originally going to pick up the chicken legs suddenly shook, and the smile on his face became a little stiffer. Then the next second, the chicken legs flew to Mo Qinghan's chest like eyes, and drew a graceful arc on the black brocade robe, and then rolled sadly to Mo Qinghan's brocade cotton boots... and then, leaving only oil stains shining...

Mo Qingcheng raised his head, blinked his eyes very innocently, and then said with an apology.

"Well, my hands are cramped..." After saying that, he smiled brightly at Mo Qinghan, his eyes curled like crescent moons, which was so bright that he lowered his head and continued to pick up food...

Mo Qingcheng picked up the meatballs several times in a row, but he was still playing the game of catching loaches. Mo Qingcheng was annoyed and simply slapped the table, then started to change his strategy and play with the principle of candied haws. However, she did not expect that she had been brewing for a long time, but in the end, she still lost her accuracy...

So the old story repeated, and there was a little oil stain on Mo Qinghan's white face, but it still did not affect the beauty at all...

So Mo Qingcheng smiled and looked like a grandson

"That's it, I didn't see clearly..."

Mo Qinghan was furious, so he shook his hands at the table beside him, but he saw that the chopsticks on the table immediately flew directly to the meatballs on the plate as if they had eyes, which made it so artistic, including fish pieces, chicken wings, chicken heads, and tofu...

Mo Qingcheng was stunned. He didn't know where to put the chopsticks in his hand for a while, but saw that Mo Qinghan still didn't look at Mo Qingcheng, but his face was as usual and said lightly.

“Eat…”

With a click, the chopsticks in Mo Qingcheng's hand fell off...

She always felt that she had a good time, but the man in front of her was even more talented than her. But after the thunder was over, she could still act like nothing happened, which made people feel that it was normal...

Look, everyone who was just paying attention to the strange way of getting along between the two, after Mo Qinghan squinted his eyes and patrolled around, everything returned to normal again...

So Mo Qingcheng really looked stupid and handed it to his mouth one by one. Others didn't know that these delicacies were calculated, but Mo Qingcheng tasted it now, but it was like chewing wax, and he didn't know the taste...

After all, it was for the rumor that made the news or for the sarcastic spirit of Mo Qinghan, no one could tell for a moment...

It soon became dark. After dinner, Mo Qingcheng went upstairs. In front of Feng Nishang's door, Mo Qingcheng's little hand was raised and put, and then lifted it. He tossed many times, and finally took a deep breath and pushed the door...

The dim candlelight flashed quietly in the exquisite room, occasionally swaying gently, setting off a slightly warm halo. Feng Nichang was still sleeping, her delicate face exuded a suffocating enchantment, and her slender eyelashes were like butterflies that were greedy for flowers. Her posture was very quiet and her curves were very light, while the slightly curled rope almost made people unable to remove their eyes...

Mo Qingcheng closed the door gently, and for the first time, he showed such a gentle smile, like spring bamboo shoots after the rain, refreshing the heart...

Step by step to the man's bed, the smile in his eyes seemed to be guilty and reluctant, but like a clear spring water, it was so gentle that it was unremarkable...

At this moment, Mo Qingcheng, for the first time, leaned down slightly, his green jade fingers gently dizzed along Feng Nishang's slightly locked eyebrows, and then moved down inch by inch, copying the outline of this person, as if he was about to be engraved in his heart...

Finally, he lowered his head and smiled slightly, but no longer looked at the person on the bed, and said with his eyes lowered and his eyes were silenced.

"Shangshang, wait for the master to come back..."

A very light sentence, but somehow, reflected a lonely night, and it felt like it was a weight of a thousand pounds, which made people breathe hard...
Chapter completed!