Endless Pampering Only For You

Ye Sijue laughed lowly, deliberately preventing her from making any more protests.

Mo Xiaomeng's face flushed and he dragged his clothes, and his fist struck his shoulder.

But he is so tall and she is so petite. In contrast, her little fist should be smaller than him in terms of strength?

Totally unmoved.

"You ..." She blushed and hurriedly pushed him a few times. "Don't be too okay? You always do this ..."

He said he wanted to go to Yin's house to find a little one. Is he intentional?

Ye Sijue raised his eyes, staring at her little face uncontrollably, and the pure masculinity lingered around her, like a fragrant wine, which made people a little intoxicated.

Mo Xiaomeng was staring at him with this kind of look, and he was about to be stunned and indulged in it.

His **** voice murmured, "Are you too much? How can you not be overkill?"

A deliberately low voice sounds like a deceptive heart.

Seriously, as Mo Xiaomeng, there are not a thousand or hundreds of all kinds of handsome guys she has seen, but she never felt like a man like this moment.

The heart beats in a stall.

"Excessive! You are all too much! Okay, don't make a mess." Mo Xiaomeng was ashamed, and Shuirun's eyes glared at him, but he had no momentum at all, but even more attractive.

Ye Sijue's eyes deepened.

He himself was a little confused, and he hadn't known this little thing for a long time, but when he looked at her, he felt a feeling of fullness, which is difficult to describe.

Difficult to explain.

He suddenly remembered the ridicule of Song Shijun, saying that he and Mo Xiaomeng would not be doomed? Otherwise, how could it spark out so quickly.

Probably, is that right?

In fact, Ye Sijue is an unbelief. He even believes that man can win the sky. Fate is in his own hands.

But this time, his heartbeat came too quickly, making him want to resist, but he couldn't resist, he just compromised at once.

Ye Sijue took a deep look at her, then suddenly let go of her, got out of the sofa, and walked to the bathroom.

Mo Xiaomeng looked at him, worried whether he was angry.

She thought about it and hurry up.

But the door closed in front of her.

Mo Xiaomen patted the door and asked without turning, "Are you mad, are you angry?"

"No." His voice came low, "I'll take a bath, and I'll take you to Yin's house later, and change your clothes, too."

It seemed nothing wrong to listen to his voice, not like he was angry.

She was relieved, "Oh, then I'll change clothes."

Little feet ran back to the room, thinking that she might meet the elders when she went to Yin's house, so she picked a lady's fan clothes.

As soon as she had changed her clothes, he came out of the bath, walked into the room with only a towel around him.

The man who just took a shower exuded a strong masculinity.

Mo Xiaomeng just felt that his eyes were dazzling and he was a bit lost.

"Why didn't you wear shoes?" Ye Sijue frowned, walked over to her, pulled her to the bed, and let her sit down.

"Wait here."

He said, and went out.

Mo Xiaomeng just stared blankly at his back. The generous back felt very reliable no matter how it looked, making people want to rely on it.

She suddenly remembered that during the autumn trip of the resort, Xiaoxiu had Yin Shaoxi carrying her several times.