Chapter 32: I won't meet again after I recognize it
Seeing that Mo Yan kept his eyes slightly closed and did not look at him, Mu Feng did not feel disgusted at all, but kissed Mo Yan affectionately. Mo Yan's lips were like a piece of honey, intoxicating him.
Mo Yan was calm on the surface, but actually she was a little depressed inside. She never knew what Mu Feng was really thinking. No matter how indifferent she was to Mu Feng, Mu Feng never let go of herself or let herself stay.
Leaving the lips that were red from the kiss, Mu Feng raised a slight smile, gently held Mo Yan's chin with his right hand, and breathed softly into Mo Yan's ear, "Yan, don't think that you can let me go like this."
Open to you, you will always be mine in this life, in this life, in thousands of lives."
Mo Yan remained silent, just opened his eyes, looked at Mu Feng intently, looked seriously and carefully
"Yan, you finally..."
"Recognize it clearly, and we will never meet again in the future." Engraved in the bottom of my heart and reflected in my mind, I will never meet again in the next life, the next life, Mo Yan sneered.
Even if Mo Yan thought that the man in front of him heard what he said in his sleep last night, it would not change the relationship between them. Mo Yan looked at Mu Feng so seriously and seriously.
Mu Feng has always longed for Mo Yan to look at him squarely, but when Mo Yan looked at him squarely, Mu Feng felt his heart throbbing. Why did Mo Yan always look at him with such alienated eyes?
It's clearly right in front of you, but it seems like a thousand years of time have passed. You can only look at it as if you are looking at a painting, so beautiful and ethereal.
Mu Feng felt that one day he would be driven crazy by the person in front of him. He loved him and he would never allow his beloved Yan to stay away from him.
"Really?" Mu Feng ruthlessly threw Mo Yan to the corner of the bed, looking at Mo Yan with cold eyes, "Then you watch carefully and remember it deeply, no matter you are beautiful or ugly, no matter what you become
It seems, no matter which life you live in, you can't escape."
With a cold voice, Mu Feng tossed his sleeves and walked away. A touch of bloodlust appeared at the corner of his mouth. When he walked to the door of the room, he stopped for a while but did not turn around. He just said viciously, "Even if you die, you are mine!"
"Yan, yan..." Sitting on the corner of the bed, Mo Yan looked pale and murmured, "Haha"
Closing his eyes, he sat paralyzed with his hands covering his chest. Mo Yan whispered with a hint of pain, "Master, this is what you get for letting your disciple stay here."
Only Mo Yan could hear these words, and she was the only one who understood how much pain there was that she had to bear silently.
The maid outside the door finally came into the house with porridge and side dishes, but she just put them on the table but did not dare to say anything, because Xiaoman was not here at this moment, she just had a little maid, how could she dare to talk to someone so high and mighty?
The prince was having a conversation, so the maid put the food aside and retreated silently.