The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

The desires that were suppressed deep in my heart seemed to be awakened at this moment, and began to stir, and they were about to burst out at any time.

Even Shen Yuehan was a little surprised. Feeling the strange emotion in his heart, he pursed his thin lips.

But this doesn't seem to be anything that bothers people. As long as Shen Yuehan wants to, she can definitely want Mo Jiu now. He will not resist or refuse. Because even his life is in her hands. , everything about him is shaped by her, naturally everything about him also belongs to her...

But, no.

Shen Yueleng calmed down and suppressed all the desires that were about to overflow.

On the surface, she just paused for a few seconds for Mo Jiu's hand to fasten the buttons, and then put on his clothes.

When his jade-like body was completely covered, the temptation that the young man exuded all the time dissipated, and was replaced by a somewhat childish and cute look. Only a simple person who is not familiar with the world can have such a temperament.

Shen Yuehan had been paying attention to Mo Jiu and noticed that he frowned slightly at this moment, so he asked, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

The young man stared at Shen Yuehan blankly, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and tugged on his collar, frowning.

Uncomfortable.

Shen Yuehan smiled faintly: "You must wear it even if you feel uncomfortable, and you can't take it off. This is how you are a good child."

Mo Jiu's body is a nine-petal holy lotus. After transforming into a human being, his spiritual roots are also immortal cold roots. He is considered to be fasting. As long as he doesn't sweat, he can wear one set of clothes for a long time.

The young man didn't understand, he could only feel intense discomfort, his whole body was so hot that it was unspeakable, and his whole body seemed to melt.

If he were still a lotus flower, he would probably wither a little at this moment, but in human form, his eyes would turn a little red, and a thin layer of mist would condense in his eyes, even slender eyelashes would be stained. There is a little moisture.

He just looked at Shen Yuehan with red eyes, a look of discomfort written on his face.

Seeing this, Shen Yuehan stretched out a hand directly to wipe the moisture from Mo Jiu's eyes. This was almost a subconscious move. Then he thought of something, his face changed slightly, and his right hand stopped in mid-air.

No, she is his...

"Well..." Mo Jiu pressed her pink lips tightly, feeling uncomfortable and even letting out a soft whimper.

Something strange flashed in Shen Yuehan's eyes, and his right hand moved again, stretching forward a certain distance. But the next moment, his eyes suddenly became gloomy, and loss and entanglement clearly flashed through his eyes.

He was not him, but she couldn't do anything to him.

"You have to endure the discomfort." Shen Yuehan glanced at Mo Jiu, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

After experiencing a period of self-torture, Shen Yuehan's joy of finding the Holy Lotus was washed away, and she could no longer raise any emotions.

She wanted to calm down a little, then got up and left.

Mo Jiu didn't dare to relax, her eyes were still red, and she kept tugging at the collar, messing it up, and tore off a button, revealing a small half of her delicate collarbone.

He was mentally analyzing the changes in Shen Yuehan's expression just now.

'It's strange. She obviously reacts to my body. As long as she wants to, she can eat me right away. How can she restrain herself?'

System: 'Perhaps they want to raise you and then eat you?'

Mo Jiu sneered: "Then I think she's not a beast."

And the hand that paused twice revealed even more complicated information, but it was difficult for him to analyze it.

The only thing that was certain was that Shen Yuehan's purpose for him was not simple at all.

As for the rest... time will tell.

…

In this way, two years have passed by in a blink of an eye.

For the past two years, Mo Jiu has always stayed in Shen Yuehan's residence without taking a single step out. At most, she just sat in the huge backyard and watched the sunrise and sunset, with the clouds gathering and dispersing.

He has never been outside, and naturally he doesn't know how prosperous everything is outside. The noise of the world has nothing to do with him. The complete world in his eyes is this house, the flowers and plants in the backyard, trees, streams, and the sky above. And...Shen Yuehan.

It's not that Mo Jiu didn't have the idea of ​​going out, but all she got was Shen Yuehan's chuckle: "It's not time yet."

He was very well-behaved and obedient, so when the 'master' said it was not yet time, he would not say a single word about this and silently waited for the 'right time'.

By the way, his name was Master Shen Yuehan, but she didn't recognize him.

In other matters, she was very talkative, and took the trouble to teach him music, chess, poetry and painting over and over again. He rarely made requests, but once he did, she would definitely satisfy him.

Only on this matter, Shen Yuehan was too stubborn.

Mo Jiu was also very stubborn and insisted on calling her Master. Shen Yuehan reminded him several times and even threatened him with 'let him leave her', but in the end when he met Shen Yuehan again, he would still call her He said "Master" once and for all, and she went with him.

At this moment, Mo Jiu was in the backyard, squatting next to a new bud, holding a wooden board in his hand with a piece of drawing paper spread on it, holding a pen in his hand, and was drawing carefully.

But what he was staring at was a bud, and what he drew on the paper was a blooming flower. It seemed that the text was wrong, but if he looked carefully at the background behind the flower, it was strikingly different from what he saw in front of him. There is not much difference, the only difference is that the flowers and plants are more lush, and there are some traces of time on the ancient trees.

What he paints is not the present, but the 'future'.

In the painting where Shen Yuehan saw Mo Jiu for the first time, the surprise and amazement in her eyes were extremely clear, but in the end there was a flash of entanglement and hesitation, and then she calmed down.

It was precisely because of this look that Mo Jiu originally suspected that Shen Yuehan wanted to have a relationship with him after raising him. A lover who was shaped by her own hands and whose personality and habits were the most perfect in her heart. Such an idea only Just thinking about it is enough to make people excited.

But this look made Mo Jiu feel that it was not that simple.

Mo Jiu was thinking about it when he suddenly felt something and immediately turned around: "Master!"

He smiled sweetly, his pretty face that had not been changed by time was filled with intense joy, and his love for a person was displayed unabashedly.

Shen Yuehan was wearing a white dress, standing there quietly, her feet still bare, with jade bracelets on her ankles, glowing with crystal luster.

She looked at the boy calmly and saw him put the drawing board on the ground, stand up, and run towards her.

Nephrite is in my arms, and my whole body is soft.

"Don't you want your painting?" Shen Yuehan hugged Mo Jiu and said softly.

Mo Jiu blinked slightly: "Master is more important than painting."

He buried his head in Shen Yuehan's chest and mouth, took a deep breath, and the familiar aroma filled his nose, making every cell in his body couldn't help but jump and cheer.

The young man put his hands around his master's waist and slowly hugged him tightly.

I like it, I really like Master...