He Is Warmer Than Time

"Cotton..."

Suddenly, the woman's voice sounded from the yard, and Mu Mian was startled, and quickly reached out to push the person on him.

Young Master Tang Er looked confused and wanted to continue kissing her. Mu Mian lowered his voice and said, "My mother is here, my mother is here..."

Tang Ji'an pressed her: "Come on, just say you are asleep."

"Mianmian..." Cao Feng's voice already rang outside the door.

Mu Mian coughed lightly and made his voice as normal as possible: "Huh? Mom, what's wrong?"

"We just came back from the hospital, and saw someone selling sweet-fried chestnuts on the way. We bought a pack and went to our room to eat chestnuts, watch TV, and even watch half of your TV show."

Mu Mian was too scared to move, but someone pressed on her with interest, calm and composed.

She said loudly: "No...no, Mom, I'm a little sleepy, I want to sleep."

Cao Feng was pushing the door, and Mu Mian was so scared that his heart jumped to his throat.

Cao Feng muttered outside: "Why are you still bolting, you girl."

Someone is watching her with his elbows on the bed and looking at her for a while, just watching the fire from the other side.

Mu Mian said loudly: "Mom, go back to the room, I'm going to sleep."

Cao Feng was still muttering outside: "It's raining today, and the weather is getting colder. Let me see if your quilt is thick enough, you girl, don't catch a cold while sleeping at night."

Mu Mian said in his heart, it's not cold at all, not only it's not cold, but it's also very hot, so hot that it's venting.

"It's not cold or cold, the quilt is very thick."

"Ah? Really? Why do I seem to be a little dumb to hear you?"

Mu Mian helped his forehead: "Oh, mom, go back to your own room, I really want to sleep."

"Okay, I know, I don't bother you anymore, go to sleep."

Cao Feng turned around, confused. Why is this girl so strange today?

In the room, Tang Jian’s well-knotted fingers gently touched her face. Mu Mian felt itchy. He bowed his head and took a bite on her lips. Mu Mian hurriedly lowered his voice and said: "My parents’ room is right next to it. Don't...don't do it..."

Young Master Tang's fire was lifted up by her, but now she could only digest herself, and her face became a little ugly.

He still pressed on her, trying to calm his emotions.

Mu Mian felt that something was against her, her face was like a burning cloud. She was not a child, and naturally knew what was against her.

It turned out that a person like him would not have this kind of emotions, but he did.

The deep eyes are covered with the blur that belongs to Gu Qianwang, but the conflict is harmonious.

He was lying on her, and she could feel his turbulent breathing and the struggle to restrain his emotions.

She slowly put her hand on his waist: "You... are you okay?"

Tang Ji'an snorted, "Remove your hand."

Mu Mian was wronged: "You can't touch it anymore, am I your girlfriend?"

Tang Ji'an's hoarse voice sounded: "You touched me, I was afraid that I would be out of control, and made some actions that your parents could hear."

Mu Mian's face burned even more red: "You... why are you doing this?"

He said solemnly: "What's wrong with me?"

Mu Mian looked at his charming eyes and hesitated: "You weren't like this before."

Tang Jian's fingertips touched the corners of her lips, and her voice seemed to be bewitched: "I can't even tell myself, I don't know how it became like this."

Young Master Tang Er fell into the mortal world, changed from an immortal to a mortal, had seven emotions and six desires, and had a girl he likes