Quick Transmigrate to Have a Boyfriend

After a few days, Mo Zhu stayed in the house, picking the quilt, lying repeatedly, depressed. The young master said that he could not get up. He could only get up after he got well.

Ear slightly red, Mo Zhu mumbles: "tomorrow morning already good."

At night, they were in the same bed. The young master is at least one person away from himself, so far away

Ginger languid this head, endure the impulse in the heart. He wanted to get close to Mo Zhu very much. He was careful to peek at people and dare not move.

It's better to make the little guy fatter and have some meat before starting. That day, the bone, ginger languor touched all heartache.

What makes Jiang languo sad is that even if he is distressed, he does not hesitate to put his hands on the bamboo.

He was sleeping beside the young master. Why did he just look at it secretly and there was no later text. Mo Zhu thought, also can't sleep.

"Young master."

"Well?" Ginger languid immediately turned his body to his side, concerned asked, "how, the body is not comfortable, which pain, or hungry?"

"Come here." Mo Zhu's very awkward words made him feel ashamed.

The young master shook his head.

"Come here, I'm cold." Mo Zhu is stubborn and proud.

Jiang Lang that is to get out of bed, went to the cabinet, to add two beds of quilt to Mo Zhu.

But with the young master's action, Mo Zhu was stingy. I was very angry and fell asleep as soon as I pulled my eyelids.

Then in the middle of the night, sweating and sticky, he opened his eyes. But unexpectedly saw the young master is sitting, his face is still some white looking at him.

Mo Zhu lifted the quilt two layers, slowly sat up, forehead to the young master's forehead, asked: "do you have a nightmare?"

Jiang Lang shook his head and said, "I thought you were not with me again."

Mo Zhu heart slightly trembles, thought of what, lips stretch to live smile way: "young master know why can have this kind of illusion existence?"

"Yes, it's an illusion." Jiang languidly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young master, I am asking you a question. Can you give me a good answer?" Mo Zhu has some anxious voice, but also with anger.

To be alive is to act like a coquette to a lover.

Jiang languo listened to the soft heart, along the bamboo, "that Why do I have this illusion? "

Ink bamboo slightly bow, and then the whole person retracted into the young master's arms, indicating the answer: "because the young master did not really feel me."

Zheng for a second, Jiang languo happy little expression. Gently combing the slightly wet hair on the forehead of Moso bamboo.

"The young master wants to really feel you. I'm afraid he can't control the degree of real feeling."

Mo Zhu: "I am cold."

"Isn't three beds enough? You're sweating

Against the moonlight outside, the angry and charming expression of Mo Zhu said, "the young master pushed away again and again, but it made me angry. I don't need these... "

With that, Mo Zhu also kicked the two quilts.

He is more and more unruly, but it's all due to the young master's favor.

Mo Zhu guarded one of his quilts, moved to the corner of the bed and lay stuffy. After a while, he was held in his arms.

"What are you doing here? I'm far away from you, aren't you willing?" Mo Zhu's grievances.

"No, very unhappy." Jiang languo hugs the man in his arms.

Big deal, when training endurance.

"Ink bamboo will stay in my arms all my life. Just now, it's my fault. It's my superfluous idea. I'm so angry that I apologize. "

"Bamboo, forgive me."

"Forgive me."

"Black bamboo..."

The young master's voice became more and more low.

Let ink bamboo mouth up with a smile, stable nest in the arms of men slowly sleep.

Mo Zhu thought: it's best to sleep like this all your life.