After saying that, he pointed at Jun Feiliu, who was enveloped in the fragrance of moonlight and flowers.
Mo Feijun spoke slowly, disapprovingly, "Really? Are you jealous? Then I will do the same to you in the future. As for how to torture, we will study it separately. The place is limited to the bed."
Last time, the flower-picking thief took off all his clothes, molested the woman whose face he could not remember long ago, and disturbed his dream. Did he need to politely put his clothes on first before he took action?
If he could do such a considerate thing, he wouldn't be called Mo Feijun.
This time, he originally wanted to hang Jun Fei Liu naked at the palace gate. If he hadn't been too lazy to go to the palace gate, he would not have Jun Fei Liu lying among the flowers, enjoying the treatment of being surrounded by hundreds of fragrances.
As for the reason why I said that to her, it was purely out of mischief and I wanted to see if she would be furious like other women. It was a pity that I never had the chance to see her not calm.
When Yun Dieyi heard the word jealous, a dark light flashed in her eyes, and she shot it at Mo Feijun unceremoniously.
Jealous? Is she the kind of person who would be jealous over such a stupid thing?
When I heard that sentence, I will do the same to you, I was immediately surprised, "Ahem...Are you telling a bad joke? I am not a man, and I am not within the gender range of your abuse."
Why didn't she realize that he was so magical? She thought that a person like him would never say such ambiguous, scoundrel and scoundrel words that made people want to be beaten.
Unexpectedly, he always likes to challenge people's mental endurance.
He also said that the place was limited to the bed. Damn it, she was so weak and it was his turn to torture her at will.
Mo Feijun's red clothes are like fire. Under the shroud of the clear moon, he is like a holy fire wrapped in silver light. His voice is so calm that you want to tear it apart. "As long as I like it, it doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl."
"Uh..." When Yun Dieyi heard this, she didn't know how to react. She had always been the one who made others speechless, but now she was confused by Mo Feijun's words.
He is probably the only one who can express so many meanings in one sentence. He is probably the only one with such talent.
Regardless of the previous context, people who don't know the situation would think that he is confessing, and he is the kind of person who likes both men and women.
But Yaya, the discussion just now was clearly about perversion and torture.