I say I won't get drunk, but I'll be more noisy than when I'm not drunk.
Somehow, Gu Ruojiao remembered the night when the two met again.
He was sitting on the railing of the pavilion.
Under the moonlight, his profile was full of loneliness.
At that moment she realized that she was not afraid of seeing him, but that he would see that she looked different from before.
I just didn't expect that he would recognize me at a glance.
Gu Ruojiao was very moved.
But now...
"It's almost dawn!"
She was so angry that she stretched out her legs to kick him, but was caught again in the blink of an eye.
"You...are annoying!"
"Is Jiaojiao really annoying?"
Mo Heng's laughing voice sounded in his ears.
It was husky and sexy, and her back felt numb when she heard it.
….
A thin kiss fell from the tip of the ear to the neck.
"Do you hate it? Hmm?"
How should she answer such a question?
But if she didn't answer, Mo Heng would torture her with evil intentions.
Gu Ruojiao couldn't stand it anymore.
She hugged his neck and begged him for mercy in that delicate and soft voice.
"……."
Mo Heng's heart was racing. He couldn't care less about getting the answer.
"Jiaojiao is really..."
Gu Ruojiao couldn't hear clearly what was said next.
When I woke up, the sun was shining brightly.
Although she slept late most of the time, she felt extremely ashamed every time she thought about those ridiculous things.
Sure enough, you shouldn't be so soft-hearted, you actually let him succeed so many times.
But no matter how determined she is now, Mo Heng will always find a way to make her soften.
She didn't want to move because she was really tired and her voice was hoarse.
But she is so hungry!
With tears in her eyes and pitifully, Gu Ruojiao stretched out her slender hand from the quilt, knocked on the bed board with difficulty, and made a weak sound.
Mo Heng in the cubicle immediately put down the memorial in his hand, opened the bead curtain and walked towards her.
He picked her up from the bed.
Now she has been raised by him to be white and tender, and the flesh on her body feels great to the touch.
Every touch makes him emotionally moved.
Especially the little girl is really delicate. Not only can she make nice sounds, she is also soft and melts.
Even if he is a monk who devotes himself to Buddha, he may not be able to resist this temptation.
"Thank you for your hard work last night." He said hoarsely.
The little girl glared at him angrily when she heard this.
Mo Heng, who knew he was at fault, helped her wash and change her clothes throughout the whole process. After everything was done, meals were also delivered.
Gu Ruojiao didn't want to move, so she simply let him feed her.
Mo Heng didn't think there was anything wrong.
Even the guards serving around him were accustomed to it and retreated without looking away.
However, Gu Ruojiao didn't have a particularly good appetite, so she stopped eating until she was seven-tenths full.
"It would be boring to stay in the dormitory every day. Do you want to take you to the shooting range later?"
After taking a bath today, Mo Heng finished reading the accumulated memorials early and made time to spend time with his little girl.
Gu Ruojiao didn't want to move, but she wanted to watch Mo Heng shoot an arrow.
When he was at the General's Mansion, he would take her with him every time he went to the shooting range.
What she likes most is seeing the look on a man's face when he is high-spirited and strategizing.
After such a long time, she saw it again.
In a daze, his figure overlapped with that of his previous life.
Times have changed, but he is still the same person.
For some reason, her nose suddenly became sore and her eyes were blurred with tears.
"General..."
He heard Mo Heng's voice ringing in front of him.
"You still call me General?"
She was startled before she remembered that she had unconsciously called her by the previous name.
Just when I didn't know if he was unhappy, I felt him hugging me a little tighter.
"It's been a long time since I heard Jiaojiao call me that. Can you call me that again?"
Gu Ruojiao wanted to laugh a little.
He is no longer a general. If you still call him general, doesn't it feel like you are calling someone else?
But she couldn't bear to brush him off, especially when he used that tone of voice that sounded like a puppy abandoned by its owner, which always made her soft-hearted.
