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

Mo Ting was startled for a moment, then turned around, his brows furrowed so tightly that even the light above his head couldn't penetrate.

"I'm not begging you, nor am I negotiating with you. I ordered you not to have a knot, will you still do it?"

Mo Ting pursed his lips tightly and said nothing.

Chu Yao said aggressively, "Qiaoman and I, you can only choose one, who do you choose?"

Mo Tingshen suddenly felt a headache, which was extremely painful. The pain soon caused his breathing and heart to tighten.

Chu Yao is a devil, she knows how to influence his emotions and how to control him. He is like a puppet, at her mercy.

After all, he has been doting on her for half his life.

Let her be used to lawlessness!

He didn't speak for a long time, and Chu Yao didn't press any more, but his posture clearly didn't loosen up at all.

"I choose you."

The corner of Chu Yao's mouth curled up slightly. She got out of bed, wearing only a purple suspender nightgown with a silk texture. As her legs swayed, her beautiful body curves were looming.

She came over barefoot and stepped on his instep. Mo Ting held her waist and subconsciously pushed her away. Chu Yao put his arms around his neck and said in a friendly voice: "Don't push, I'm so cold."

Mo Ting frowned, the heating was not on in the room, and the weather was not too cold at night this month, but Chu's waist felt like ice cubes when touched.

"I planned to go see you, but I didn't know whether I should go see you or not. I took a cold shower tonight. After I finished it, I scolded myself for being hypocritical and staying alone. Who could I show it to? Then I immediately lay down. I went to bed and wanted to warm myself up, but you came here. You didn’t even turn on the light, so I was just lying in bed. You didn’t notice me when you went to bed. How long has it been..."

She curled her lips, and the sadness on her face was unclear whether it was real or fake, "You have almost forgotten about me."

Mo Ting's throat rolled softly, and his lips closed. In fact, his mind was blank, and he didn't know what to say when he opened his mouth. Chu Yao suddenly stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his lips.

She pulled away before he could react.

He raised his head and looked at him pitifully, "Brother, I seem to be sick."

Mo Ting was holding his breath unbearably. He knew that he didn't have much reason left. The hand on her waist was almost numb. It was stiffer than a sculpture. Through the thin piece of fabric, the temperature in his palm was overwhelming. She, her face became more and more rosy, but he started to feel cold, like——

Sucked by the goblin.

She is a witch!

"Where...are you sick?"

Chu's waist curled her lips, her nose was high, she easily rubbed open his shirt, and arched into his arms, getting colder and deeper, her face pressed against his heart.

His voice was thickened, "I don't know, I'm just sick. I've had this symptom since I went to the capital. I often can't eat or sleep..."

She said this without any fear of losing her conscience.

When video chatting with Nan Jiaojiao and Lu Zhenzhen, she was very free, eating, drinking and defecating normally.

"I drink more and more often. My drinking capacity has increased recently. Sister Mi can't even drink me. Also, I used to not do night scenes unless necessary. Now as long as I have night scenes, no matter what the director asks, I cooperate with any number of shots, and I often stay up late at night. I can’t take any time off, otherwise I will—”

She tightened her grip on his waist and said softly, "I miss you so much."

Mo Ting took a deep breath and held it down in his throat. He was silent before spitting it out. He held Chu Yao's shoulder, pushing it or not pushing it. (End of chapter)