Chapter 207 Pharmacist [36] If she really falls in love, she will choose Jiang Ke
Breathing becomes heavier.
A thin quilt was scattered at the end of the bed, rolled up into a ball.
Jiang Ke suddenly stopped and sucked Mo Qing's earlobe. It only took a few seconds for him to go from crazy and cruel to gentle and restrained.
His voice was hoarse: "I don't take advantage of others' danger."
Her body was hot. He glanced softly at her face, unable to see clearly. His fingers passed across her eyebrows. Her delicate skin was wet with sweat, and the sweat was cold.
Hot and cold.
The broken hair was wet and messy on her cheeks. He pushed it away bit by bit and stroked her face.
"Oh."
Mo Qing laughed.
A very light smile, lazy, tired, uninhibited, with a sense of randomness.
She could always easily grasp the feeling of indifference and not take anything to heart, even at this moment, even if they had just been entangled, even if they almost had a misfire.
Jiang's brows were covered with a thin layer of anger.
It was precisely because she was so careless that she aroused his possession, madness, and destruction. He squeezed her round shoulders with great force.
Mo Qing didn't move, took a deep breath and said, "It hurts."
"I thought you were ignorant." Jiang Ke loosened his fingers and spoke in a cold tone.
Mo Qing raised her hand, covered the side of his face, and looked at his eyebrows: "I know who you are."
Jiang Ke's body froze.
Mo Qing said word by word: "Jiang Ke."
Jiang carved.
Not Jiang Yan.
She knew who he was and didn't see him as a substitute.
Jiang Ke suddenly felt that his heart was thrown to the sky by her.
Mo Qing moved his hand away again, dropped it, picked up the short sleeves on one side, covered his body with a scribble, and said softly in a lazy tone: "But, I probably drank too much."
She knew clearly that this was Jiang Ke, why was she still so crazy?
Really drunk.
The next moment, Jiang Ke pressed down and bit her shoulder.
It hurts.
She took a breath: "Are you a wolf?"
Jiang Ke let go of her, breathing heavily, and his hot breath sprayed on her shoulders and neck.
Jiang Ke whispered: "You can bite me back."
"I'm not happy yet."
"Oh."
This time, it was Jiang Ke's turn to laugh.
He groped for Mo Qing's hand, pushed his fingers away one by one, and then clasped it. He was strong and held it tightly. He said, "Mo Qing, can you really tell the difference?"
Mo Qing was startled.
They clung to each other and their breathing slowed down.
"Then can you tell the difference?" After a moment, Mo Qing frowned and asked, "You are led by me, are you being prompted, or are you doing it willingly?"
"I couldn't tell the difference, so I kept weighing it."
To measure whether his concern, attention, and emotion for Mo Qing came from the arrangements of others, or from his own choice.
The first thing he paid attention to was Mo Qing, because he could tell the difference.
But now, it is no longer clear.
"If I want to be like you, I will have to struggle endlessly." Mo Qing said, "I never like to think about these issues. If you figure it out, just tell me."
"How do you make a decision?"
"It depends on your mood."
Mo Qing said it was quite indifferent.
She has always been free and easy.
If she really fell in love, she would choose Jiang Ke.
If you don't feel it, let it develop as fate does.
She doesn't want to dwell on the past.
It is meaningless to distinguish between right and wrong, to find out what is true and what is false.
Even if Jiang Yan really came back to life, if it weren't for the Jiang Yan who could make her heart beat, she would still be able to give up.
After a long time, Jiang Ke let go of her, picked up the thin quilt at the end of the bed, shook it open, and covered Mo Qing with it.
Jiang Ke left the bedroom.
Mo Qing's eyelids became heavy and she fell into a deep sleep.
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Mo Qing resisted with his body. When he woke up, the traces left by Jiang Ke were gone. He bit his shoulder so hard that it bled. It has healed now. You can only see a little mark if you look carefully.
Mo Qing didn't worry about it.
She went back to her room, took a shower, and put on a long dress.
As she walked out, she glanced at her desk, then went back, opened the drawer, and found a medicine bottle.
Passing by the study, she heard the sound of typing on the keyboard inside the door. She stopped and pushed the door open.
The sound inside stopped suddenly.
Jiang Ke's eyes overflowed from the top of the screen and fell on Mo Qing. He subconsciously slid to her shoulders and then paused.
"It's quite hard."
Mo Qingzhu pulled on his slippers, walked closer, and threw the medicine bottle in his hand.
She said: "Save some food."
Jiang Ke grabbed the medicine bottle, looked at it briefly, and said, "Give me more."
“I don’t have money to buy medicinal materials.”
"Look for me."
Jiang Keyan said concisely and comprehensively.
Mo Qing smiled, did not answer, and walked slowly to his side.
It's still the game page. Jiang Ke is inputting the initial layout and has reached the end.
However, Jiang Ke did not distribute the remaining combat power at all. It was equivalent to reducing his own combat power and directly clicked OK.
Mo Qing's eyebrows moved slightly.
In surprise, Jiang Ke suddenly stood up.
He was tall and tall, standing in front of Mo Qing, more than half his head taller. The shadow fell, covering Mo Qing's vision with a layer of darkness.
He stayed close to Mo Qing.
Mo Qing was leaning on the desk and could not move back.
Jiang Ke stretched out his hand, his warm fingers fell on Mo Qing's shoulder, and his fingertips gently rubbed the spot with the imprint, his eyes lingering.
His eyes moved up along the shoulders, neck, collarbone, jaw, and cheeks, and landed on Mo Qing's eyebrows.
Finally, he looked at Mo Qing.
Mo Qing looked at him leisurely and raised his eyebrows provocatively: "Take another bite?"
"OK."
Jiang Ke said cheerfully.
Mo Qing was slightly startled. The next second, Jiang Ke suddenly held her waist and lifted her to sit on the table. His knees pushed her legs away.
Mo Qing opened his mouth to scold: "You are sick——"
Then, Jiang Ke held her shoulder with one hand and pressed her hand on the table with the other. He lowered his head and bit down on the tooth mark.
