The little ancestor has a soft waist and a wild heart, Master Bo has fallen!

"Where does it hurt?" When he asked again, his IQ had returned to more than half.

Chu Yao turned his head and curled his lips, "Brother, you pinched yourself. It makes no sense for you to ask me where it hurts."

Mo Tingshen sat up and said, "Keep pretending."

Her crying was fake. When she cried, she just shed tears, her eyes were not red, and her grievance was faked. She was worthy of being a movie queen, even he was deceived.

Chu Yao wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, put his elbows back on his hands, raised his upper body, and said with a look of disinterest, "You are so boring."

"Why did you come back?"

Chu Yao had a black hair hanging down the back of her head. She twisted a handful of it around her fingertips to play with it, and said nonchalantly: "Aren't you getting married tomorrow?"

Mo Tingshen sneered, "Aren't you too careless to hide far away? Then you come back in silence. What kind of monster do you want to be?"

"I don't want to be a monster."

Chu Yao turned over, but instead of lying down, he turned over on top of him, pressing half of his body on his heart.

Mo Tingshen didn't wear any trousers after taking a shower, and her shirt was only buttoned once. She flicked it twice with her hands, and it was almost behind her shoulders.

"I want to—" Chu rubbed his waist and moved up a little, not close enough to his ear, and deliberately bit his ear when speaking, "Be you."

Mo Ting's expression calmed down, and he held Chu Yao's shoulders and pushed her out, "What nonsense!"

Chu Yao clenched her strength and didn't let him push her, and even pressed down deliberately. In order to avoid her, Mo Tingshen moved to the bedside. There was no room behind him. She seemed to be competing with him. Only then did she Smiling provocatively, "Look, you are reluctant to push me away, and you are reluctant to hurt me. You like me, but you refuse to admit it."

"Thumb!"

"What are you yelling for?" She raised her head, "You don't need to speak loudly when you are so close. You have the strength to hold it until you take off your clothes."

Mo Tingshen, a grown man, couldn't bear her vulgar words of love, and his face turned red visibly. He breathed secretly, trying to leave some room for each other.

"Stop making trouble and get off of me."

"Do you really have no feelings for me at all?"

Chu Yao reached into the quilt and lifted his lower abdomen.

Mo Tingshen's body was tense, and somewhere there was pain from spasm. Chu Yao leaned close to his ear and blew air: "Look, you don't believe it yourself."

The corners of Mo Ting's lips pursed tightly. He pushed Chu Yao's shoulders until she lay down. He quickly pulled away and was about to get out of bed, but realized that he was dressed indecently. He turned off the light and picked up the Put on the trousers on the floor.

Chu Yao turned on the light again, and she leaned against the head of the bed. There was no pillow behind her, only her shoulders to rest on it, and her back was empty.

She didn't look impatient at all, but her whole face turned cold. Even the fake smile she had just now was gone. She stared at him with deep eyes, "Mo Tingshen, if you dare to leave tonight, I will let you go for the rest of your life." They can’t even find me.”

Mo Tingshen's back stiffened, and his steps seemed to have taken root, unable to move even half a step.

He said: "I don't know what you are making, and I can't accompany you to make trouble. It's inappropriate. Although I dote on you, I can't agree to every request. You -"

You should respect yourself.

He couldn't say these four words.

I'm reluctant to say it.

He could reject Qiaoman, no matter how tactful his words were, it would hurt someone, but here at Chu Yao, he was reluctant to hurt her even tactfully.

Chu Yao realized by herself that she had had enough of his sanctimonious appearance and said bluntly: "I don't allow you to get married." (End of Chapter)