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

Mo Tingshen's heart was pounding, and he almost didn't dare to speak.

He saw Chu Yao smile softly, as innocently as when he held up a lollipop to tease him when he was a child.

"You're going to lose me completely," she said.

Sweat broke out on Mo Ting's forehead.

The fingers were curled up so tightly that the joints on the backs of the fingers turned white.

He said no more, turned around and left.

"one."

Chu Yao's slow voice came from behind: "Two."

He stopped.

She laughed softly: "2.1."

She was quite unrestrained, counting from 2.1 to 2.9, deliberately not counting down, her tone never changed, very relaxed, like a cat playing with a mouse.

"Last chance, if you don't want it, then I won't bother to seduce you."

Chu Yao's words were explicit and there was no room for it.

"three……"

Mo Tingshen suddenly turned around. He was moved by an impulse and quickly came to her.

He put his arms around her waist and hugged her. She raised her head for a second and stared directly at his lips. Her intentions were too clear and she didn't bother to hide them.

Mo Tingshen's energy stopped here. He didn't dare to take a step closer, but he couldn't bear to stay away. The tip of his nose touched the tip of hers, nuzzling her slightly, then left, and they touched each other again during the ups and downs of their breathing.

His low gasping sound was not heard, and he said hoarsely: "If you take this step, Chu Yao-"

"The window paper between you and me has been completely torn off."

"You thought about it," he said.

Chu Yao was still smiling. She was not as tall as him, and the light from the man's forehead cast a shadow under her eyes. The expression on her face became increasingly unreal, and her laughter was like a goblin that could steal people's souls. A sound, like a drum beating on his heart.

She stood on tiptoe, and before approaching, her eyes looked into his eyes for a moment, and then, she slowly pressed her lips against his.      Did not move.

She didn't move.

Mo Tingshen picked her up and stepped on his feet.

This move seemed to give Chu Yao some clear message. She bit his lip, pried open her teeth, and kissed him deeply.

Mo Tingshen responded cautiously at first, then became affectionate and eager. The hand on her waist was like a beard, and the veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible.

unstoppable.

Just before Mo Ting hugged her deeply, confused and infatuated, Chu Yao stepped away.

She looked at him up close, smiled, and kissed him, "I tore off this layer of window paper, what do you think?"

Mo Ting took a deep breath and asked, "Don't you regret it?"

"Do not."

"I have never had another man in my life." Her hands went from the first button of his shirt down to her waist. The atmosphere in the room was so charming that even her voice was filled with a hint of warmth. "You too, you can't get used to other women."

Mo Ting groaned deeply, unable to bear the teasing, and held her hand.

Chu Yao raised his eyes, with obvious provocation in his eyes, "No matter how many women you find to piss me off, you can't do it."

Mo Ting's deep eyes narrowed.

She didn't care at all about the consequences of exposing him, "If I still want you, I will come back to you. If I didn't want you, I wouldn't even bother to take a look at your marriage to Qiaoman, Zhangman, and Liman."

Mo Ting swallowed deeply and pressed down, "You really don't hide it at all."

Chu Yao chuckled, loosened the hand holding his neck, and raised it in the air, "I don't want to, I won't touch you now, will you let me go?"

"will not."

Mo Ting took her hand deeply and put it back around his neck. He lowered his head and kissed her. (End of chapter)