Yun Dieyi curled her lips. Her whole body was covered in blood, which made her feel uncomfortable. She couldn't drive Mo Feijun away, so...she undressed directly in front of her, and her star-like eyes became the clearest in her body.
The place.
Without any hesitation, before throwing it into the bath bucket scattered with flower petals, he said, "Then please do as you please."
And Mo Feijun did carry out this "please do as you please" thoroughly. He slid his hands in front of his body very casually, took off those clothes in three strokes, and then neatly... threw himself in.
In wooden barrel.
He also had blood stains on his body and needed to be cleaned, so he didn't feel that what he did was good.
But Yun Dieyi's eyes were filled with surprise all of a sudden, uh? Is this the legendary mandarin duck bath? But she was even less in the mood to think about those lingering and pathos things, and her hands washed faster, with a bright face and a pink face.
.
Her thinking mode has always been that of jumping naturally when encountering such things, except for watching the fun.
Feeling inexplicably imprisoned in her arms, Yun Dieyi's eyes, which were more elegant than pear blossoms, were filled with contempt for Mo Feijun, "Don't tell me that you plan to let me sue you to the Minister of Dali Temple.
You are disrespectful to a good family woman."
She usually hugged her, but it was in vain that she refused in the end, but she got used to it.
But at this moment, she couldn't guarantee whether he would suddenly have convulsions. After all, he had always been a person full of variables.
"Good boy, don't move. I'm just giving you a hug." The voice came from the top of the head. It was dull, a little sexy, and slightly hoarse. Yun Dieyi really didn't dare to move this time. After a while, he raised his eyes and asked, speaking in a weak tone.
Weak, "How long should I stay still before I can move?"
She knew that moving might ignite the fire, but damn, if she didn't move for a long time, how could she get up and sleep.
She doesn't want to stay in this pose for a long time, feeling like she's being forced to pose like a zombie, and she doesn't want to be a mummy nestled in someone else's arms. Well, these are so unattractive, she is image-conscious.
Mo Feijun did not answer her question, but the emotion in his voice was deeper than before, and the addictive voice revealed a depressing flavor. He cough... seemed to be uncomfortable, "What if another man hugs you?
?”
"Dislocate his hand." Yun Dieyi instinctively gave this answer.
She didn't even have a moment to think before she answered like this. She never thought about the meaning of the question. She just added in her heart that this punishment is the lightest. In serious cases, his arm may be destroyed directly.
Put him on the disabled list.
Mo Feijun was put in a good mood by this answer, and the smile on the corner of his mouth regained that unparalleled elegance. Compared with his smile, the moon hanging in the sky seemed to have lost its luster, "Then if someone hugs him like this right now,
Where are you? Not even a hair."
The last four words seem to be the focus of the topic that Mo Feijun wants to emphasize.
"Destroy him, then step on him a few more times... and beat him with a human head and a pig's face." This was Yun Dieyi's only thought at the moment. When she thought that if someone really dared to do this, she might turn him into a fool in anger.
Hemiplegia, permanent disability.
Um?? Yun Dieyi didn't understand why Mo Feijun asked these questions.
But there were some other things, but she understood that she liked him, otherwise why would she have tolerated his approach.