Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 207 Pharmacist [36] If she really falls in love, she will choose Jiang Ke
Breathing becomes heavier.

A thin quilt was scattered at the end of the bed, rolled into a ball.

Jiang Ke stopped suddenly, and he sucked Mo Qing's earlobe. It only took a few seconds for him to go from crazy and brutal to gentle and restrained.

His voice was low and hoarse: "I don't take advantage of others."

The body was hot, his eyes swept over her face gently, he couldn't see clearly, his fingers brushed her eyebrows, the delicate skin was wet with sweat, and the sweat was cold.

Hot and cold.

The broken hair was wet and stained messily on her cheek, he pushed it away little by little, and stroked her face.

"Ah."

Mo Qing laughed.

Very light smile, lazy, tired, uninhibited, showing a sense of casualness.

She can always easily grasp the feeling of indifference, and don't take anything to heart, even at this moment, even if they are just lingering, even if they almost misfired.

Jiang Ke's eyebrows were filled with anger.

Because she was so loose, it aroused his possession, madness, and destruction. He pinched her round shoulders with great strength.

Mo Qing didn't move, took a deep breath and said, "It hurts."

"I'll treat you as ignorant." Jiang Ke loosened his fingers a little, his tone cold.

Mo Qing raised his hand, covered his face, looked at his eyebrows and eyes: "I know who you are."

Jiang Ke froze.

Mo Qing said word by word: "Jiang Ke."

Jiang engraved.

Not Jiang Yan.

She knew who he was and didn't see him as a substitute.

Jiang Ke suddenly felt that his heart had been thrown into the sky by her.

Mo Qing moved his hand away again, dropped it, picked up one of the short sleeves, and scribbled a cover on his body. He said softly, "But, I probably really drank too much."

She knew it was Jiang Ke, why was she still so crazy?

Really drunk.

The next moment, Jiang Ke pressed down and bit her shoulder.

painful.

She took a breath: "Are you a wolf?"

Jiang Ke let go of her, breathing heavily, and the scorching breath sprayed on her shoulders and neck.

Jiang Ke whispered, "You can bite it back."

"I'm not happy yet."

"Ah."

This time, it was Jiang Ke's turn to laugh.

He groped for Mo Qing's hand, pushed away one by one fingers, and clasped them again. He had great strength and held it tightly.He said, "Mo Qing, can you really tell the difference?"

Mo Qing was taken aback.

They clung to each other, but their breathing slowed down.

"Then can you tell the difference?" After a while, Mo Qing frowned and asked, "You were led away by me, did you receive a hint, or did you do it willingly?"

"I can't tell, so I keep measuring."

To measure his attention, importance, and affection for Mo Qing, whether it comes from other people's arrangement, or his own choice.

The first thing he paid attention to was Mo Qing's arrangement, and he could tell the difference.

But now, it's not clear.

"If I want to be like you, don't I have to be entangled endlessly." Mo Qing said, "I never like to think about these issues, if you want to understand, just let me know."

"How do you decide?"

"depend on mood."

It doesn't matter what Mo Qing said.

She has always been free and easy.

If she really falls in love, she will choose Jiang Ke.

If you don't feel it, follow your fate to develop.

She doesn't want to be entangled in the past.

It is meaningless to distinguish between right and wrong, to find out what is true and false.

Even if Jiang Yan was really resurrected on the spot, if it wasn't for the Jiang Yan who could make her heart flutter, she would still be able to give up.

After a long time, Jiang Ke let go of her, picked up the thin quilt at the end of the bed, shook it off, and covered Mo Qing with it.

Jiang Ke left the bedroom.

Mo Qing's eyelids became heavy and he fell into a deep sleep.

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Mo Qing resisted with his body. When he woke up, the marks left by Jiang Ke were gone. He bit his shoulder hard, bleeding out, and it has healed up now. You can only see a little mark after careful identification.

Mo Qing didn't worry about it.

She went back to her room, took a shower, and put on a long dress.

When walking out, she glanced at her desk, then went back, opened the drawer, and found a medicine bottle.

Passing by the study, there was the sound of typing on the keyboard from inside the door, she stopped and pushed the door open.

The sound inside stopped abruptly.

Jiang Ke's gaze overflowed from the top of the display screen, landed on Mo Qing, subconsciously slid to her shoulder, and then stopped.

"It's quite a struggle."

Pulling on his slippers, Mo Qing approached, and threw the medicine bottle in his hand.

She said, "Save and eat."

Jiang Ke grabbed the medicine bottle, looked it over, and said, "Give me more."

"I have no money to buy medicinal materials."

"Find me."

Jiang said succinctly.

Mo Qing smiled, didn't answer, and walked slowly to his side.

Still on the game page, Jiang Ke is entering the initial layout, and it has come to an end.

However, Jiang Ke didn't distribute the remaining combat power at all, which means reducing his own combat power by himself, and he just clicked OK.

Mo Qing's eyebrows moved slightly.

Suddenly, Jiang Ke stood up suddenly.

He was tall and straight, standing in front of Mo Qing, more than half a head taller, the shadow fell, covering Mo Qing's vision with a layer of darkness.

He moved closer to Mo Qing.

Mo leaned back against the desk, unable to back away.

Jiang Ke stretched out his hand, and his warm fingers fell on Mo Qing's shoulder, and his fingertips lightly stroked the place where the imprint was left, his eyes lingering.

His gaze followed the shoulders, neck, collarbone, jaw, and cheeks, all the way up, and fell on Mo Qing's eyebrows.

In the end, he and Mo Qing looked at each other.

Mo Qing looked at him leisurely, raised his eyebrows provocatively: "One more bite?"

"Okay."

Jiang Ke said bluntly.

Mo Qing was slightly startled, and the next second, Jiang Ke suddenly grabbed her waist and lifted her to the table. His knees squeezed against her legs.

Mo Qing opened his mouth to scold: "You are sick—"

Then, Jiang Ke supported her shoulder with one hand, pressed her hand on the table with the other, lowered his head, and bit the tooth mark.

(End of this chapter)