Di Shao snatches a kiss in the middle of the night: arresting his ex-wife

The coldness faded away, and there was a strange glint flickering in the bottomless eyes.

The hazy silver moonlight, like a tulle, poured down from the window, impartial, and was about to project on her palm-sized cheeks.

Against the backdrop of the moonlight, her fair skin was as translucent as white porcelain.

The long and curly thick eyelashes, like a small folding fan, spread flat on her lower eyelids, very beautiful and delicate; under the small and erect nose, a pair of moist red lips are slightly pouted, wriggling from time to time It's very attractive.

Admiring Fan, he never thought that Mu Wanqing was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

There are plenty of women who are prettier and cuter than her.

Put her in it, not to mention how mediocre it looks.

However, even he himself didn't know the reason.

I don't understand why my eyes always fall on her involuntarily, and I don't understand why I am inexplicably attracted to her.

Her slightly calloused fingers rubbed against her soft and moist red lips.

Mu Wanqing, who was in a deep sleep, instinctively moved her itchy lips, and then, showing a simple and sweet smile, she muttered softly, "Mu Fan..."

Whispering, light, slender, weak, almost negligible in a low voice, but Yang Mufan could hear it clearly and truly, his sharp brown pupils, in an instant, the color suddenly deepened...

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Early the next morning.

After Mu Wanqing woke up, for a long time, she stared blankly at the man who was straightening his clothes in front of the mirror without blinking.

This is the first time she has seen Yang Mufan tidying up her clothes since she grew up.

There is no sluggishness when ordinary people wake up, let alone messy and sloppy, but his usual calmness and elegance.

He stood by the window, fastened his belt, buttoned his buttons, and tied his tie slowly and rigorously. Every step was methodical, and every subtle movement was both eye-catching and heart-warming.

Mu Wanqing couldn't help but stare fascinated.

As for Yang Mufan, through the mirror, he glanced at her indifferently, and then left the room without looking back.

Mu Wanqing disheveled her hair, yawned and went to wash up.

However, as soon as he opened his mouth and pulled the skin of his mouth, the piercing pain of tearing quickly spread from his lips to every cell in his body.

Mu Wanqing's whole face twisted in pain.

Quickly ran into the bathroom, looked in the mirror——

In an instant, she found out in horror: when did her lips get cut? !Obviously, when she was sleeping last night, her lips were in good shape, and she didn't knock on anything.

breakfast.

Mu Wanqing just opened her mouth to bite the sandwich, but before she opened her lips, she pulled at the scabbed wound, causing her to gasp in pain.

Seeing her, Yang Mulin asked in a low voice, "Wanqing, what's wrong?! Why did your lips hurt?!"

Mu Wanqing covered her mouth, looked at Yang Mulin pitifully, and kept shaking her head: "I don't know, maybe I accidentally knocked my teeth last night."

Sitting opposite, Yang Mu Cong, from the moment she went downstairs to eat breakfast, and found the wound on the corner of Mu Wanqing's mouth, she has been shuttling back and forth between Yang Mufan and Mu Wanqing with malicious eyes.

He took a sip of milk, then kept raising his eyebrows ambiguously at Admiral Fan: "Brother, why sister-in-law's lips are hurt, you probably know the reason better than anyone else?!"

It couldn't be more obvious that the wound was not directly hit by a foreign object, nor was it knocked by my own teeth, but by someone...bitten.

And there is probably only one form of lip biting by others, and that is... kissing.

Visually inspecting the wound, tsk tsk~, it's really deep.

He had to sigh, his elder brother was so wild, he didn't know tenderness and pity at all, and he slapped so hard, it was really cruel.Of course, this also reflects how impatient and eager Mu Fan was to bite Mu Wanqing like that last night.

Admiring Fan, while elegantly spreading jam on the toast, he glanced at Mu Wanqing's lips lightly, and then, with a low and magnetic voice, languidly hummed: "Who knows."

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