"Alas~" Yu Mo sighed and continued to push, but the person pressing on her didn't move at all.
As Yu Mo pushed repeatedly, Mu Tianqi became impatient at first. He closed his mouth and eyes and used his own feeling to grab the moving thing, which was Yu Mo's little hand.
"Hey, let me go, Mu Tianqi, do you hear me?" Yu Mo felt even more depressed when she saw that her hands were tightly trapped by him.
"Pillow, don't move! Otherwise, hiccup, I will throw you out." Even though he was unconscious, he did not forget to threaten people. That's what Yumo felt anyway.
"I'm not a pillow, I'm Su Yumo." Yu Mo said dissatisfiedly, what, why did she become a pillow? Yu Mo could only move her body now, trying to make some room from under his body. She really
I feel very tired.
"I don't care, what are you doing... whether you write or not, ink or not, I'm still a calligrapher." Yu Mo was completely speechless. Looking at him like this, Yu Mo felt a little funny and angry. He was completely drunk.
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Hey, do you have to be pressed by him like this all the time? Yu Mo really felt that his chest was a little breathless, Mu Tianqi, you are really heavy.
Yu Mo stopped moving and let him press her like this. Just when Yu Mo felt like she was about to fall asleep, Mu Tianqi spoke.
"Why doesn't the pillow talk? You talk to me? I feel so uncomfortable." Mu Tianqi felt that she had a headache and a sore throat.
"..." Yu Mo opened his eyes and saw him very close at hand. I have to say that he is really good-looking. No matter which direction he looks from, there is no blind spot at all. He is perfect to the extreme.
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"Forget it if you don't talk, I'm going to sleep~ Humph." Mu Tianqi snorted, and then thought about how the pillow could talk. After thinking about it, he rested his head on Yu Mo's shoulder,
Slowly moved it to Yu Mo's face, preparing to find a good position to sleep.
"Hey~ what is this?" Mu Tianqi stretched out his hand and touched Yu Mo's face. Yu Mo quickly closed his eyes when he saw the big hand coming towards his face.
"Why are there so many bumps? Huh?" Mu Tianqi touched Yu Mo's facial features. They were originally delicate features, but now they felt uneven in Mu Tianqi's hands.
The white and slender fingers slowly moved from Yu Mo's forehead to her eyes, nose, and finally touched her lips.