The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Mo Jiu was like a fish pressed on a chopping board. She couldn't escape or move. She was deprived of even the remaining chance to struggle. Feng Jiuyou shaved off the scales on her body bit by bit, revealing the white and tender flesh underneath.

It is smooth and full of cruelty, as if exuding a strong smell of blood.

Feng Jiuyou showed no mercy, but her movements were gentle, as if she wanted to thank him before enjoying the food, which was even more hypocritical.

Then, like a gourmet who has tasted thousands of delicacies, she carefully tasted the Mo Jiuzai on the dinner plate. Her movements were elegant, but with a greed that she was unwilling to let go of even her spine, and she couldn't wait to take him away.

It's better to peel off the skin and bones and swallow the whole person into the belly.

After a long time, Feng Jiuyou stood up and looked at Mo Jiu, who was as red as a steamed shrimp. There was no breathing between the mouth and nose, and the lips had lost their protection and were moistened with a layer of water. The red and swollen appearance showed

There were signs that someone had wreaked havoc on him, and only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.

She glanced at her 'masterpiece', her eyes gradually moved up, and she looked at Mo Jiu. She was surprised to find that the boy did not cry, but had a tolerant and resentful look, but his eyes still looked a bit dull.

The arrogance and arrogance of the past are gone.

If she gave him a sword, Feng Jiuyou had no doubt that he would stab her chest directly.

As for committing suicide?

He will not commit suicide. He is more stubborn than she imagined, and he is trying to retain his last bit of dignity.

A smile appeared in Feng Jiu's eyes, which were hidden by the gradually darkening eyes.

His behavior will only make her more interested in him, and she will want to crush his stubbornness and make him fully understand his situation.

Feng Jiuyou: "I won't touch you."

It’s a bit ridiculous to say this. If this isn’t called ‘moving’, what else is?

But Mo Jiu understood what she meant, and a glimmer of light suddenly lit up amid the despair and humiliation hidden in his suppressed eyes.

If she can't move him, is she not going to the last step?

In order to prove that what he said was true, Feng Jiuyou said: "Explanation."

Mo Jiu finally regained the ability to move. The first thing he did was to stay away from Feng Jiuyou. As a result, he moved slightly, and his body began to flow like water. His whole body collapsed there, lying on his back on Feng Jiuyou's side.

Under the eyes.

"Are you inviting me?" Feng Jiuyou's eyes scanned Mo Jiu carefully, covering every inch of her skin from head to toe.

Mo Jiu was dripping with sweat and exuded a green tea-like aroma, but paired with his seductive and magnificent appearance at the moment, when combined together, he was as lustful and evil as a demon.

He gritted his teeth. He had obviously been stared at by Feng Jiuyou a long time ago, but being stared at again still made him feel humiliation, anger, sadness, despair, hatred and all kinds of emotions rushing in like a tide.

He wanted to drive him crazy, to tear Feng Jiuyou into pieces.

Looking at him with such hateful eyes, Feng Jiuyou frowned slightly, but then he laughed, leaned down and gently captured Mo Jiu's lips.

Mo Jiu was stunned by her sudden kiss. After being sucked for a while, she came to her senses and opened her mouth to bite him hard.

puff!

A black mist exploded suddenly, but Mo Jiu did not spit it out like last time, but kept swallowing it, as if this could hurt Feng Jiuyou and relieve the hatred in his heart.

Seeing this, Feng Jiuyou smiled, reached out and gently pinched Mo Jiu's cheek: "If you can't eat it, spit it out."

The voice was unusually gentle, like a wife telling her husband.

A stream of black mist floated out of Mo Jiu's mouth, and he shook his head suddenly to break away from Feng Jiuyou's hand, and opened his mouth angrily to say something: "You..."

But when the words came to his mouth, he found that he couldn't say anything. The anger and hatred in his heart disappeared like smoke.

When Feng Jiuyou saw his dazed look, his smile became even stronger.

She absorbed all Mo Jiu's emotions.

Mo Jiu understood something, and unspeakable sadness emerged in his heart. Did he not even have the right to hate someone?

Feng Jiuyou suddenly lowered his head and kissed him again, and then he felt that the sadness he had just felt disappeared.

"You bastard!" Mo Jiu suddenly became furious, and finally gained the strength to raise her foot and push it hard into Feng Jiuyou's chest.

Her ankle was grabbed, Feng Jiuyou raised her eyebrows slightly: "Do you want it to hurt again?"

"open!"

Feng Jiuyou really let go according to her words.

Mo Jiu was stunned for a moment and hurriedly put his feet back. After all this time, except for anger, there was no other emotion in his heart. It was as if nothing happened just now and he was just simply annoyed by Feng Jiuyou.

That's all.

Mo Jiu knew that this was not good. He should remember what Feng Jiuyou did to him so that he could find a way to take revenge, but he was unwilling to recall those experiences. Even if he recalled it, it would be difficult to have such violent emotions.

He suddenly felt at a loss. He hugged his bent legs with his hands, looking particularly pitiful. After being confused for a while, he finally looked around, looking for his clothes.

"Here." Feng Jiuyou handed over the clothes.

Mo Jiu looked at the clothes in her hand. She couldn't take them, and she didn't take them. Finally, she quickly took them and slapped Feng Jiuyou in the face: "Get out of here!"

Feng Jiuyou tilted her head slightly to avoid the blow.

Mo Jiu was filled with anger and couldn't vent it out. She was almost suffocated. She had no choice but to ignore Feng Jiuyou and wanted to put on her clothes. However, looking at the tattered clothes, she felt depressed again.

"Get out of the way." His tone was still bad, but his volume was much weaker.

Feng Jiuyou looked up at Mo Jiu who was holding the torn clothes in front of her: "What are you going to do?"

Before Mo Jiu could speak, she said softly: "I know, go take a shower."

"Shall I carry you?"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Jiu's eyes suddenly flashed with hatred. Knowing that he couldn't resist Feng Jiuyou, he had to suppress it, leaving only anger: "No need, get out of the way quickly!"

Feng Jiuyou did not provoke him any more and moved away.

After Mo Jiu passed her, he immediately turned around, still keeping his clothes in front, and walked backwards into the hot spring in the backyard.

Feng Jiuyou looked away, recalling the feeling of Mo Jiu just now in her mind.

She didn't want him outright.

Because she wanted him to give his body to her with his own hands, instead of her taking the initiative to plunder it.

There is love first, then desire.

She doesn't think so.

After she leads Mo Jiu to experience all kinds of wonderful tastes, he will take the initiative to ask for it from her if he knows the taste.

When the time comes, how long can his unreasonable feelings for Xiao Muxue last?

Xiao Muxue will be a dead person, and he will be something that belongs to her.