Mr. Mo, Be Good And Marry Me

Gu Li kept backing away, while he was pressing step by step.

There was a wall behind her. She had no choice but to hold the towel to wipe her hair in front of her chest. She raised her head and glared at him: "What are you... doing?"

Perhaps because she was too nervous, the girl's voice trembled slightly, and it fell into Mo Shiting's ears.

Mo Shiting pushed her against the wall and stared down at her.

His eyes fell on her pink lips unconsciously, and the scene of kissing her in the elevator at noon inadvertently appeared in his mind, his eyes were slightly deep.

I thought he was obsessed at the time, but he never thought that at this moment, he actually had the same idea.

Did this girl trick him? Why does he always have less pure thoughts every time he sees her?

Or, after all, he is the same as other men...

Mo Shiting narrowed his eyes, his eyes flashed with thought.

Gu Li saw that he was staring at her for a moment, with an unfathomably terrifying expression, and she couldn't help but feel a little frightened.

What is he trying to do?

She was only angry for a while, so she deliberately scolded him for his poor kissing skills. He shouldn't hold her grudges to the point of killing her to vent his anger, right?

Thinking of this, Gu Li shifted her body and pulled out a smile: "Young Master Ting, it's so late, what's the matter with you coming to the little girl's boudoir? Do you want to drink water, let me go, I'll give it to you? Are you down?"

The girl shook her wet hair as she spoke.

Water droplets from the tips of her hair splashed directly on Mo Shiting's face following her movements, and another drop flew into his eyes.

Mo Shiting blinked. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the little woman taking the opportunity to slip away. He hooked his lips without a trace, stretched out his big hand, and took her into his arms.

The girl was wearing an ice silk vest skirt, the fabric was cool and slippery, and it felt very comfortable.

In addition, she had just finished taking a shower, and her whole body was exuding a particularly pleasant fragrance. Mo Shiting hugged her and was reluctant to let go for a while.

Noticing that the big hand he put on his waist didn't seem to be very orderly, Gu Li's heartbeat was so fast that it jumped out of his throat.

Just as he was about to tear his hand apart, he heard him grit his teeth and ask, "I'm bad at kissing? Huh?"

The last word "um" was deliberately lengthened, making Gu Li's heart beat wildly.

Sure enough, he stepped on his tail to death.

She bit her lip in annoyance, her bony eyes rolled, and she immediately said, "I'm talking nonsense. Young Master Mo, you have a lot, so you definitely won't care about me, right?"

"Ah!"

Mo Shiting snorted coldly.

Gu Li was anxious, "Then what do you think?"

"What do you say?"

"Forget it, if you want to kill or cut it, it's up to you."

After she finished speaking, she closed her eyes with a deadly attitude.

Seeing this, Mo Shiting was speechless.

But she could see her eyelashes fluttering, her nervousness that could not be concealed, and there was a moment of unknown meaning in her eyes.

He simply took the towel from her hand and rudely put it on top of her head.

"Change the skirt, it's ugly!"

The disgusting voice fell, and he quickly pushed the person away.

Gu Li: "..."

Passed? ? ?

Seeing that he had turned and walked towards the sofa, Gu Li was shocked and rushed into the room immediately, closing the door with a bang.

"call!"

Leaning back against the door panel, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Her heart was still pounding, she lowered her head, glanced at the cool vest and skirt on her body, and couldn't help thinking to herself, with a towel covering her chest, he shouldn't have seen anything, right?

However, when he thought of the picture of the two hugging each other in close contact just now, his little face began to heat up uncontrollably.

...

Fifteen minutes later, Gu Li came out of the room fully dressed.

At this point, the hair is also blow-dried.

Mo Shiting didn't leave, he just sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed gracefully.