Master Mo's beloved wife

"Qin Xiaolou!"

Mo QingHan called her name heavily.

She hurried inside. "You haven't had dinner yet, have you? I'll cook dinner for you first. "

Mo QingHan grabs her hand, pushes it against the wall and kisses it rudely.

Qin Xiaolou quickly dodged, but his strength was far less than that of him. His hand was clamped in his big palm, passively bearing his rough kiss as if it could sweep everything.

"Well..."

She was strongly opposed to his kiss.

This kiss in her unintentional defense, on the contrary become more and more intense, let the surrounding air also become hot up.

He held her waist in one hand, but the other hand, like a flexible fish, went into her clothes like punishment.

"Um... Um..."

Her breath was more rapid, her chest was up and down, her little face was tense with anger, and then she was infected with the taste of lust, which mixed together to form a strange harmony.

Wrong! All wrong!

She can't help sinking into it. It's like a poison. Their relationship has been wrong since ten years ago.

Qin Xiaolou only felt that the kiss was like a black hole, which had a fatal attraction to her and seemed to inhale her at any time.

And she struggled against that attraction.

Finally, his kiss left her lips and went down her neck.

Qin Xiaolou took advantage of the moment when he didn't pay attention to it, pushed him away and walked inside.

Ink light cold caught off guard, was pushed down a stagger.

The woman in front of him was a bit strange to him.

"Qin Xiaolou, you are more and more daring!"

He was a little unwilling at the bottom of his heart. What he had always been in his hands suddenly one day resisted him so strongly?

Qin Xiaolou shook his head desperately, with tears in his eyes, "we can't do this. We are brothers and sisters. Brother QingHan, will you let me go?"

Let it go!

Ink light cold sink line of sight, lips hook up a cruel radian, satirize way:

"Qin Xiaolou, now you say let it go. What did you do in front of you?"

"No, we shouldn't, brother QingHan. Please don't do that."

Qin Xiaolou nervously clenched the palm of his hand. His face was pale and stubborn.

"So... So?"

Mo QingHan pressed her step by step until she was forced to the corner.

"Or does my sister have a lover? So I want to escape Mohism and live a life of Lang Qing and Qiyi? "

He said slowly, with a cold sharpness in his words.

She shook her head desperately, trying to say no.

But in the face of such a face, she could not say anything. She felt that her heart was aching and she was about to suffocate.

Mo light cold clearly looked at her, "speechless, or I poke in your mind?"

"I didn't!"

This sentence seems to include all her anger and unwilling, more like a cry from the soul, want to say are included in this sentence.

"It doesn't matter if you don't admit it, but Qin Xiaolou, I tell you, even if you die, you can only be the ghost of Mohism. If you want to escape, it's impossible!"

He was like a devil, whispering in her ear.

Qin Xiaolou stood still, his blood seemed to have stopped flowing, and his voice was lost all around him. Only his face was cold, and he said merciless words.

He preferred her to die.

It was like a nightmare, a vicious circle in her heart.

"No!"

Qin Xiaolou collapses and covers his head. It seems that someone is pricking his head with a needle in his head. It's very painful. It seems that he thinks of something

"Xiaolou, take good care of yourself."

Mother jumped down from the roof.

She rushed over, trying to grasp the corner of her clothes

Mo QingHan frowned, "Qin Xiaolou, what are you doing?"

Qin Xiaolou grabs his hand in a panic, and uses the power to make people nervous. There is a look of panic on her face, for fear of losing something.

In fact, she has nothing left.

"Ma! Don't go

She squeezed the shriveled sentence out of her throat and watched her mother disappear

I'm not reconciled. I'm not reconciled!

So this is Qin Xiaolou's family.

Before the broken picture slowly string into a continuous memory.

That year, she saw her father and mother jump off the building one after another. Then, when she woke up, she was already in Mohist school.

She still believes that her parents will not kill other people's parents. Her parents will always be the most kind and honest people in the world.

Mo light cold finally found out something wrong with her, caught her hand, tentatively called a sentence.

"Qin Xiaolou?"

There was no response from the person in front of her. He just grasped it in the void, as if he were hysterical. He fell into a state of madness. Even when someone called her, he had no response.

He frowned, finally a little more worried, and his hand finally grasped the person in front of him.

Then, all of a sudden, she shed tears, drop by drop, very sad to slip from her face.

He finally relaxed his brow and could not help pulling her into his arms. With his broad arms, he tried to warm her cold despair.

No one would have thought that a tumultuous uproar would end in this way.

"Light cold, can you not leave me?" She buried herself in his arms and said stiffly.

Holding her tightly, her body suddenly froze.

Clearly his heartbeat is close at hand, she can even feel the vitality beating there, but she feels that it is far away, like an invisible layer of separation.

She cried more and more sad, as if she would lose him from now on.

Mo QingHan was a little bewildered by her crying. Her hand stopped in the air, and finally slowly fell on her head, pressing people into her arms.

He is crazy, so easy to forgive this woman who has changed his mind.

His roar seemed to be extinguished by her, so easily, without any sign.

The sky outside the window is getting dark.

Qin Xiaolou slowly opened his eyes, got up and looked around in confusion.

The blanket slipped onto the floor, a little lonely.

There was only a dark yellow light in the room, which seemed a little desolate.

She was crying again just now, or she was crying in Mo QingHan's arms. Thinking of this, her small white face suddenly turned suspicious pink.

God, what did she do? It's better that a flash of lightning directly killed her!

Qin Xiaolou covered his face and said to himself.

"What are you doing?"

Low alcohol and gentle voice, without a trace of cold during the day.

She opened her eyes in a hurry, looked at Mo QingHan strangely and exclaimed, "you haven't left yet?"

"Who said you had to cook, but I didn't get it. I made your human flesh pillow for free?"