Chapter 279 How is the master?

"Huh? Sister Yafei, is Chen Mo back?"

When Nalan Yanran heard this, she was stunned and immediately looked at Yun Yun.

"Well, sister Yunyun, didn't he come to see you?"

Although the relationship between Yun Yun and Chen Mo was not made clear, the entire Fengwei almost knew about it, and Nalan Yanran, as Yun Yun's disciple, naturally knew about it, so Ya Fei did not hide it.

"..."

Yun Yun didn't say a word, but her flushed face felt like water dripping from her face.

Nalan Yanran frowned and immediately looked into the room, then opened the door regardless of Yun Yun's obstruction.

There was a creak, and the door opened. Chen Mo, who was putting on his robe, froze on the spot. After a moment, he said hello to Nalan Yanran: "Good morning, Yanran."

The voice was calm, without any hint of embarrassment similar to catching someone raping someone.

Nalan Yanran bit her lower lip, with incomprehensible emotions in her eyes, but she obviously had no position to accuse, so she could only say: "You bastard, you came to bully the teacher so early, you are nothing like a human being."

"Yanran, what did you say?"

Hearing this, Yun Yun frowned slightly and scolded in a low voice.

Nalan Yanran said: "Teacher, your relationship with him is not shady, so why are you hiding it?"

Yun Yun: "..."

"...Ahem, okay, aren't you going to practice swordsmanship? Sister Yun Yun, please take them to practice swordsmanship quickly?"

Chen Mo coughed dryly, straightened his robes, and hurriedly walked out to say something to Yun Yun.

Send Nalan Yanran away.

Chen Mo looked at Concubine Ya and said, "Where does Qingjun live?"

...

The morning sun shines on the window of the room. The window is not completely closed, and a few rays shine through the window into the room.

in the room.

These days, because she has to work overtime to make the tasks assigned by Chen Mo, Yanran and the others occasionally ask her to make a set of skirts. Song Qingjun doesn't dare to shirk it, or in other words, she doesn't know how to shirk it.

So she was very tired during this period. After finishing all the things on hand yesterday, Song Qingjun fell into a deep sleep.

I haven't woken up until now.

Chen Mo knocked on the door, but there was no answer, so he pushed the door open and walked in.

Ever since Song Qingjun was bound to the system, Chen Mo regarded her as his own woman in his heart. When entering his woman's room, he would spare no effort in etiquette.

The room is not big, and there are many tools, such as drills and scissors, but they are arranged neatly and will not appear messy.

Chen Mo blinked and then looked towards the side of the room.

On the couch, Song Qingjun was lying on the pillow facing him, her hair a little messy, and she was wrapped in a blanket, exposing her fragrant shoulders. From Chen Mo's angle, even if it was covered, he could still see the beauty of the large area.

Breathing smoothly and sleeping soundly.

Chen Mo came over and looked at it for a few times, then sat down next to him.

With an oval face, long slender eyebrows, a charming expression, and a delicate complexion, she is truly an outstanding beauty.

But these are incomparably inferior compared to that bold man.

It's so big, how did it grow?

It would be a pity not to feed the children...

Chen Mo had an impulse in his heart to do a test, but he quickly dismissed this idea. After all, the relationship between the two was not clear yet, and he was shameless enough to take advantage of the other person while they were sleeping.

After looking at it for a few times, he raised his hand and shook his shoulder.

"It's getting late, wake up."

"Woo——"

After being shaken for a while, Song Qingjun frowned, took a breath, gently raised his hand, and patted Chen Mo's hand away:

"Sleep a little longer, I'm still sleepy..."

As he said this, Song Qingjun suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. When he saw Chen Mo so close, timidity and panic suddenly came up. He hugged the blanket and shrank to the side of the bed. He hugged his knees and whispered softly:

"Lord...Lost, why...are you here?"

Song Qingjun's face turned red and her voice was trembling.

"Come to see you. After today, it may be a long time before we see each other again." Chen Mo said.

"Ah...oh..."

Song Qingjun was startled, and then asked doubtfully: "Master, why are you coming to see me...?"

Chen Mo smiled: "How are the clothes doing?"

"It's all done. It's in Najie. Master, please take a look."

Song Qingjun took off a spare Na ring from his finger, handed it to Chen Mo, and erased the mark of his soul on the Na ring.

Chen Mo left the mark of his soul, and after looking at it for a few times, he put it on his hand with satisfaction, and then said softly: "I asked you to make it for yourself to wear?"

After hearing this, Song Qingjun's face turned red and hot. She was still a little dizzy. She didn't sleep much. Although she didn't feel tired at this time, these words suddenly made her feel sleepy. She hesitated for a while.

, then whispered:

"You've done it, do you want to wear it now?"

"Um."

"Then turn around."

"Okay." Chen Mo turned around.

Song Qingjun put a blanket over her head, then took out a white shirt and a hip skirt from the ring, and put them on under the blanket.

Rustling...

"alright..."

Song Qingjun spoke in a soft and gentle voice.

Chen Mo turned around.

I suddenly felt lonely.

Song Qingjun's body was tightly wrapped in blankets.

"Uh...take off the blanket." Chen Mo said.

"oh."

Song Qingjun half-reluctantly lifted the blanket.

Chen Mo looked at it for a few times and continued: "Come down and show me."

Song Qingjun pursed her lips, and after hesitating for a while, she walked out of bed with her bare feet and stood in front of Chen Mo with her head lowered.

She has a slim figure, and her white shirt seems to be too small, giving her a tight feeling. There are bulges in front of her body, and her hip-covering skirt wraps up her hips and thighs, outlining a graceful arc.

At this time, Song Qingjun felt like an office secretary, and he looked somewhat capable.

"Not bad, not bad." Chen Mo praised.

Hearing this, Song Qingjun lowered his head even lower.

Chen Mo didn't know whether it was because of his heartbeat or something else, but he suddenly took a step forward, lifted Song Qingjun's chin, and raised her head.

Song Qingjun was startled and wanted to retreat, but then a big hand hugged her waist, and she was restrained in Chen Mo's arms.

"Owner."

"Are you afraid of me?" Chen Mo stared into Song Qingjun's eyes.

Song Qingjun's face was rosy at this time, with two strands of hair hanging softly on both sides of her cheeks, and her seductive little mouth under her nose looked delicate and charming.

"Ah...no." Song Qingjun's eyes dodged.

"Then you are afraid that I will eat you?"

"No...isn't it?"

"..."

Chen Mo pursed his lips and didn't know what to think. He leaned over and nibbled Song Qingjun's lips.

Song Qingjun froze, his eyes widened, and he made a whining sound. After a moment, he was finally able to speak, and he just said in disbelief: "Master, you..."

The words are not complete yet.

"Stop calling me the host, please change your name."

"Then...what's that called?"

"How is Master?"

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