Mo Zhu and Ming Jue were in the other room. Before the sun had risen, Ming Jue's biological clock woke him up on time. Each of them had their own biological clock, and the time was almost the same. It was due to years of training.
Ever since that day when Ming Jue comforted Mo Zhu's depressed mood in the same room, and the gun went off, they naturally continued to be in the same room. For Ming Jue, he had long wanted to be with Mo Zhu.
He is also a man, okay!
Every time he heard Yin Mo show off his power, he felt itchy and scratched the wall. However, because Mo Xuan was still young, he was afraid that she wouldn't be able to accept it, so he never forced her to bring it up. Last time it was just an opportunity.
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Ming Jue's first reaction when he woke up was to reach out and hug Mo Zhu. The first night they were together, Ming Jue tormented Mo Zhu quite a lot. Last night, he resisted and didn't dare to touch Mo Zhu for fear of hurting her.
But the man in the morning always reacted disobediently. He hissed and groaned, and when he stretched out his arms, he only hugged one pair of legs. This was not the same as hugging a Liu Yao or Ao Yao.
Human breasts are completely different things.
Ming Jue's sleepiness disappeared. He opened his eyes energetically, raised his upper body, and looked up at Mo Chu who was leaning on the head of the bed. The silly girl stared at the white dew outside the window with a pair of tired eyes.
After all, it's because I'm young and I haven't slept all night, so I don't have any dark circles under my eyes. I just look very lethargic.
"Didn't you sleep last night?" Ming Jue kissed Mo Su's forehead distressedly.
After being kissed suddenly, Mo Su realized that Ming Jue was already awake. Mo Su forced a smile and glanced at the man with clear skin on his upper body.
"What are you thinking about again? If you don't tell me something, you will be punished." Ming Jue combed her slightly messy hair with his fingers, his words were a little unclear. He had been driving to the end of his hair for a long time last night.
Later, she fell asleep and didn't say anything. Unexpectedly, she didn't sleep at all and just sat there all night.
Mo Xu knew that she couldn't hide anything from Ming Jue, and she didn't want to hide it from him. She was actually coaxed to sleep by Ming Jue last night, but then she had a dream and she woke up because of a
Dream, she could no longer sleep.
"Aren't you going to tell me?" Because of his depressed mood, Ming Jue no longer spoke to her in a heated tone, but spoke softly, for fear of disturbing her.
He knew the sourness in Mo Zhu's heart. In the past two days, she had been smiling happily in front of others, as if nothing had happened, as if the person who died was not her father.
But Mo Su showed her helplessness after closing the door. I remember she cried and said to herself, "Ming Jue, I actually shot at my daddy. No matter how bad he is, he is still my daddy."
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Ming Jue knew that she was a kind girl. Even though Ferreiro treated her badly in every possible way, she never complained to him. On the contrary, at such a critical moment, she was like the shot her father fired.
Unable to let go, she convicted herself.
Mo Xun leaned forward and hugged Ming Jue's neck, closed his tired eyes, and asked Ming Jue lifelessly, "Do you remember the tarot card fortune-telling hut we were on the streets of Rome last time?"
Ming Jue himself is a rough person. If Mo Su hadn't told him, he would have forgotten about that magic stick. After she mentioned it, he thought about it carefully and it seemed that there was such a thing. "What's wrong?"