Quick Transmigration: The Second Female Lead is Poisonous

Except for the expression of feelings this night, nothing happened to Guangxi and Mo Qing, because she was drunk, and she fell asleep in his arms without staying for long.

When I woke up the next day, what I saw when I opened my eyes was watching him quietly. The person who had just woke up was at a loss for a while, and then she realized that she blinked, "When did you wake up?"

"Soon." Mo Qing raised his hand and gently rubbed it on her cheek. He whispered softly, "Are you sleeping well?"

"Hmm..." Holding his hand and rubbing her face, she squinted happily and drilled into his arms again. She sighed, "Fortunately, I was drunk and when I was drunk. Memory, otherwise, if you shamelessly, I really can't help it..."

"What can't be done?"

"If you change your mind again and say what you said yesterday... Actually you haven't said it, then I can't prove that you like me?"

"Don't worry, I will never regret what I say." He held her waist lightly, and a smile rose from the corner of his lips.

The scenery was unwilling to ask again: "Then in your heart, is it important to me, or the herbs and wood?"

"Those herbs and wood, just..."

"Just what?"

"No, it's nothing." Mo Qing kissed the corner of her lips softly, "Those things are not comparable to you."

There was joy in her eyes, "That means...in the future, you will not spend so much time carving wood, but will stay with me, right?"

"Yes, I will accompany you."

"Mo Qing, I believe you really like me now!" A turned over and lay on him, she was excited to keep him, only feeling that her mood was even sweeter than even the sweetest candy.

And soon, she changed her face slightly, because she felt the heat on her lower abdomen.

As for men, it is easy to react every morning. Mo Qing is also a man, and his body is no exception.

The scenery looked up tremblingly, "Mo Qing... are you feeling okay?"

"If the scenery is to ask, can I control myself..." He smiled, "I think as long as you don't move around, I can barely do it."

"Then I won't move..." The scenery lay on his body honestly, motionless, as if he was really afraid that he would be excited to do something.

But Mo Qing's self-control has always been extraordinary. After a while, his body's reaction gradually subsided. He touched the back of her head against his chest with one hand, and he sighed, "You really are a trouble."

She curled her lips, "Why am I in trouble?"

"From the first day I met you, I knew you were nosy. You must be a trouble."

"Mo Qing!"

He laughed, "Unfortunately, knowing you are a trouble, I actually took you back."

She looked up at him, "So do you regret it now?"

"It's too late to regret." His voice was soft and gentle, "After all, I want to put your dog skin plaster on myself."

"Is there a dog skin plaster that I look so good on!?" She sat up from him unconvinced, holding his face and said, "You can pick up a dog skin plaster like me. Did you make a profit?"

Even if she is a dog skin plaster, it must be the most beautiful dog skin plaster in the world.

He raised his lips, "I did earn it."

As the words fell, the hand placed on the back of her head was slightly hard, causing her to lower her head, and he kissed her little chattering mouth again.