Quickly pass through the troubled water: blackened by the scumbag and sick male protagonist Chapter 272: The Prime Minister’s Xiaojiao is a Black Heart Lotus 55
Chapter 272: The Prime Minister’s Xiaojiao is a Black Heart Lotus 55
Chapter 272 The Prime Minister’s little Jiaojiao is a black-hearted lotus (55)
Gu Mo didn't expect that she would say such straightforward words when she was drunk.
I was a little overwhelmed for a while.
What he didn't expect even more was that he would actually become happy because of her drunken nonsense.
He looked at Bai Wu's earlobe, which was so red that it looked like it was dripping with blood, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.
A hot feeling immediately came to my fingertips.
Bai Wu also happened to moan softly.
Gu Mo suddenly became anxious and rolled his throat unbearably.
Suddenly a thought popped into my head:
Anyway, she was already unconscious, so she probably wouldn't know what she said or did.
…
Bai Wu got tired after chanting for a while, and quietly fell asleep on Gu Mo's lap.
In a daze, she felt as if a big warm hand was stroking her cheek.
Finally, he even touched her earlobe, and intermittent murmurs reached her ears.
Because she was so comforted, her head became drowsy.
Bai Wu didn't hear the murmur in her ears clearly, but she felt a hot breath suddenly sprayed on her cheek.
But that breath only stayed for a moment, and then immediately retreated.
Bai Wu sighed in her heart.
Gu Mo, Gu Mo.
Sometimes it is not good to be too sober and restrained.
In this case.
Then don't blame me for pretending not to be sober.
…
It wasn't until a piece of cold snowflake fell on her hot face that Bai Wu opened her eyes again and stared blankly at the face that was blurry but still beautiful:
"Gu Mo, where are we?"
Gu Mo hugged her, and after hearing what she said, he lowered his eyes and glanced at her: "We're on your waterfront terrace."
Bai Wu struggled to jump off him, staggered to a stop, and raised her hand to stop him:
"Okay, you don't have to send me off."
Gu Mo looked at her still unconscious state and said with a smile: "You really don't have to?"
Bai Wu nodded randomly.
Just as she was about to turn around and walk back unsteadily, the few snowflakes that had just been scattered suddenly began to fall down.
The sky and the earth are filled with white.
Large plum blossoms on the terrace near the water swayed in the wind and snow.
Looking at the red patch, Bai Wu's vision suddenly blurred.
She stretched out her hand to catch the white snow flying in the sky, and murmured something:
"Gu Mo, did you... say something on the carriage?"
Gu Mo's eyes reflected her flushed cheeks.
In just a moment, he recalled the scene in the carriage.
Almost.
Just a little bit worse.
He is about to do something unforgivable.
He didn't know why he suddenly lost control at that time.
Just like now, I replied to her uncontrollably:
"Actually, I still have the second half of my wish...
As long as you are worry-free, the world will be worry-free."
"But I don't want Wuyou." Bai Wu turned around and looked at him and said, "Gu Mo, you know what I want."
Gu Mo looked at her sparkling eyes with mixed feelings in his heart: "I..."
As soon as he uttered a word, Bai Wu suddenly threw herself into his arms, pulled his collar, stood on tiptoes and blocked the rest of his words in her mouth.
The touch on his lips was so hot that Gu Mo froze in place instantly.
The unforgivable happened...
At this moment, his brain was whiter than the bright white world.
He should have pushed her away.
But he couldn't raise his hand.
The aroma of wine remaining in Bai Wu's mouth was also corroding him unscrupulously at this moment.
Gu Mo's head also started to become drowsy.
He even started to think greedily.
If only this were a dream.
If it was a dream, he could stay in it for the rest of his life and not come out.
…
After a moment of lust, Bai Wu let go of him, her eyes full of touching emotion: "Gu Mo, do you want to know what wish I made?"
"What I promise is that I hope that we will have this day every year, and we will have this day every year, not who we were then, but who we are now."
…
She was finally carried into the room by Gu Mo.
Gu Mo didn't say much to her, he just covered her with a quilt, said "good dreams" and left.
The moment the door closed, the confusion and confusion in Bai Wu's eyes disappeared instantly, replaced by her playfulness.
She raised her green-white fingertips and rubbed them slowly on her lips.
The smell of Gu Mo still lingers on it.
As the saying goes, a woman is drunk enough to act until you cry.
It seems that once she got "drunk", she achieved quite a lot.
