Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 658 The pit is 124 meters deep, always hungry Mo Jiu (7)
He put down the teacup, "In the past two days, you have been up and down, I dare not stay away." Speaking of the difficulties of the past two days, there was no tiredness on his face, only a touch of tenderness.Finally, he pulled her injured foot out of the quilt and applied medicine to her.

Mo Jiu could tell that her injury had been treated well in the past two days.Compared to that day in Gen's tomb, it was much better.

As soon as the cool smell of the ointment entered his nostrils, Mo Jiu knew it was Xiao Liulang's exclusive ointment.

"It smells good, it doesn't look like medicine at all! It's like perfume..."

"Perfume?" He half understood.

Mo Jiu casually explained what "perfume" was, but her eyes were fixed on his fingers pinching her ankle, and she didn't know what to think of, she suddenly laughed, "I've hurt myself these days, if I didn't You, I'm afraid life will be difficult. Xiao Liulang..." She called him, and when she saw him look up, she blinked mischievously.

"Will you marry me? Then I won't be afraid of getting hurt all the time."

She was joking, but he lowered his eyes.

Mo Jiu observed his words and expressions, and raised his eyebrows, "What's the matter? You don't want to?"

Seeing her staring at him without blinking, Xiao Qian lowered his head and continued to press her feet, "Be obedient and wait to marry me. Little girl, she just wants to be a master!"

"Haha!" Mo Jiu laughed, "Of course I am a master, pure."

Xiao Qian snorted, as if he didn't have much interest in her topic.

Thinking that he was too tired to talk, Mo Jiu stopped chatting with him.She tilted her head and watched him apply the two cool ointments evenly on the wound. She felt that the mint-like cool smell was particularly pleasant, and the tight wound seemed to be less painful.

Sure enough, everything is love, okay?
"My lang is so pretty."

Mo Jiu pursed her lips in joy, relaxed all over, and let him massage her dislocated ankle joint with the ointment.Watching, thinking, gradually, there was no pain on the feet, only itching, an ant-like itching... Xiao Liulang's skillful technique was something that Mo Jiu had never experienced in any pedicure shop in later generations.Neither light nor heavy, slender knuckles, focused expression, loving movements...every detail filled her heart with honey, and those vague worries could no longer disturb her happy state of mind.

...But he suddenly stopped pinching, what does it mean that he looked at her feet in a daze?
Mo Jiu looked down at him, and called coquettishly, "Ah Lang?"

Xiao Qian let out a "hmm", raised his head calmly from her feet, then wrapped the gauze around her feet and put her feet back, "This time the injury is severe, it may take a while before you want to walk, don't move around."

"Oh." Mo Jiu could not help secretly amused herself when she clearly saw that he was reluctant to part with her feet.Don't they all say that men in ancient times had three-inch golden lotuses?Although her feet are not three-inch golden lotuses, they are indeed soft and small, and their skin is still fair... Could it be that Liu Lang also likes them?
Thinking of the past few times, she glanced at him lightly, and suddenly stretched out her uninjured foot towards him, "Liulang, this foot hurts too, rub it too..."

Seeing her solemn appearance, Xiao Qian's Adam's apple slipped slightly, and he slowly bent down and held that tender white foot, as if his palm had been scalded, his knuckles trembled slightly, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Here?"

Her feet were surrounded by warm palms, and Mo Jiu's heart tightened. The itching and itching made her subconsciously want to take her feet back, but she thought that Xiao Qian might be more uncomfortable than her, so she endured it and did not move. The fat-like little foot twisted, frowned and said: "Yes, I'm afraid it was broken when I fell that day, but it's not as painful as that foot..."

The soft, boneless little feet are in the palms, with exquisite arcs and pearl-like brilliance, Xiao Qian rubs them lightly, as far as his eyes can see is a piece of white skin, her charming and pretty face, which cannot be covered by her pajamas. Living in a body that is crispy to the bone, once the dantian heats up, he will lose his mind.

His fingertips exerted strength, but he kneaded it more and more lightly...

Gradually, it seemed to turn into a caress...

Mo Jiu was complacent, but pursed his lips and said seriously, "Master Shijun, do my feet look good?"

Xiao Qian seemed to be a little embarrassed, he put down his fingers to speed up, and returned to his ascetic appearance, but Mo Jiu didn't want to spare him lightly, giggling, grabbed his hand suddenly, and moved towards him With a pull, "Come on, pretend!"

In order not to hurt her, he didn't dare to struggle, so he stood by her side.

Up and down, the four eyes met, his eyes were deep, "Ah Jiu..."

"Ah Lang, why don't you go and bolt the door?" Seeing that he was stunned, Mo Jiu smiled coquettishly, and couldn't help but think of the rumors Aunt Lan said, and then blinked at him again: "If a relationship like ours happened, there shouldn't be any harm. What will happen?"

"Soak the pig cage." He said seriously.

"It's so scary!" Mo Jiu smacked his tongue and moved closer to his lips, "Then we two will work together and wait to be soaked in a pig cage."

She breathed lightly, under the thin fabric, that part of the scene was lively and fragrant, making people fascinated... He was stunned for a while, his eyes seemed to struggle, but Mo Jiu refused to allow him to escape, so he raised his head abruptly and kissed Touching her lips, panting lightly and emotionally, calling "Liu Lang" and "A Lang", one by one ambiguous address, sucking the corners of his lips carefully, making him breathe harder and harder, and finally suffocating With a snort, kiss her deeply...

(End of this chapter)