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

Chu Yao raised his eyebrows and said, "Well, you've got me."

She cooperates very well with her mouth, and her expression is full of rebellion!

Mo Tingshen never figured out a question.

He stared at the girl who had grown up, wondering why she had grown so much. How could he control it? He had always been the one who was eaten to death, but Chu Yao wanted to push him higher in the relationship between the two.

There is always a kind of ladder in her hand, and she can pull it away for him at any time according to her mood, and put him there, either tensing up or falling down and injuring himself.

The most important thing for him now is to find out how to make this relationship at a suitable and emotionally biased point towards her. After all, he has both love and family affection for her, and he doesn't know which one is more important at the moment.

Thinking of this, Mo Ting deeply wanted to have a good chat with her, otherwise there would be no explanation after sleeping with her, and there would be no difference between her and her P friend.

"Let's talk about what happened last night... Chu Yao!"

She actually took advantage of his unpreparedness and moved her hand down three inches past him.

Mo Ting hissed deeply: "Are your hands itchy? You dare to touch them anywhere!"

Chu Yao smiled with narrowed eyes and leaned close to his ear: "Brother, you..."

The last two words made his blood boil with excitement!

And there's no sense at all.

Mo Tingshen picked her up, walked a few steps and put her on the back of the sofa.

He put one arm around her waist, and Chu Yao hugged his neck. His waist bent down naturally, and his other hand was on the back of the sofa. He lowered his head, and when he was about to kiss her, Chu Yao ducked back.

Just like that, Mo Tingshen suddenly felt sober after the poison was released.

He stared at her face carefully, looking slowly from her forehead to her chin. When the light came down, it was mostly blocked by his shoulder. Her raised face was in his shadow, only slightly. Her lips were hooked, and she didn't wear heavy makeup, but she was so beautiful that she captured the imagination.

Mo Ting couldn't help but swallow deeply, and asked in a low voice: "What scenes were filmed today?"

She narrowed her eyes and said, "I was running away, but someone caught me and beat me up."

Just as he looked worried, she added: "But I escaped and the other party didn't hit me. Then I rolled around in the straw a few times."

No wonder, with his dirty little face, he does have an earthy smell.

"Wash?" he asked.

Chu Yao lifted his legs and put them on his waist: "Is it too late?"

He raised his eyebrows, then lowered them slowly, suppressing a chuckle, "Where's the hint?"

"I touched them all..." She whispered in his ear, and then she loosened her tight hands little by little, and looked at him closely, "This is called an explicit statement."

"Ah……"

He choked out a laugh and said, "Okay."

Chu Yao also crossed his other leg, knowingly asking: "What's good, brother..."

Mo Ting pressed his finger on her lips, "Don't scream nonsense at this time, I'm afraid you will send me to the police station with just one name."

Chu Yao giggled. She avoided his hand, raised her hand, and lightly tapped his lips with her index finger, "Block it here."

Mo Tingshen stared at her for a moment, his mouth became more and more uncontrollable, and his smile seemed to overflow from his bones.

He picked her up and walked to the bedroom.

The grandma's gown on Chu Yao's body changed into a different look after a few moments.

Mo Tingshen wasn't much better either. When the air-conditioning hit her body, she didn't know where her shirt had been thrown.

He put Chu Yao into the pillow, turned over and pulled the quilt over him.

At the critical moment, Chu Yao stopped.