Fighting Starts From Capturing The Goddess

"Huh? Concubine Ya, Chen Mo is back?"

When Nalan Yanran heard this, she was taken aback, and immediately looked at Yun Yun.

"Well, Yun Yun Little Sister, didn't he come to you?"

Although the relationship between Yun Yun and Chen Mo was not revealed, the entire Feng Wei almost knew it, and Nalan Yanran, as Yun Yun's disciple, naturally knew it, so Concubine Ya did not hide it.

"..."

Yun Yun didn't say a word, but the flushed face felt dripping.

Nalan Yanran frowned, looked into the room, and then opened the door regardless of Yun Yun's obstruction.

With a "creak", the door opened, and Chen Mo, who was wearing a robe, froze on the spot. After a while, he greeted Nalan Yanran, "Morning, Yanran."

The voice was calm, and there was no trace of embarrassment similar to catching a rape.

Nalan Yanran bit her lower lip with inexplicable emotions in her eyes, but she obviously has no position to criticize, and she can only say: "You bastard, you bullied the teacher early, it's not a person."

"Yan Ran, what are you talking about."

Upon hearing this, Yun Yun frowned lightly and whispered.

Nalan Yanran said aside: "Teacher, your relationship with him is not shameful, why do you hide in hiding?"

Yun Yun: "..."

"...Ahem, okay, aren't you going to practice sword? Sister Yun Yun, will you take them to practice sword?"

Chen Mo coughed dryly, and after finishing his clothes, he hurried out and said something to Yun Yun.

Dismissed Nalan Yanran.

Chen Mo looked at Concubine Ya and said, "Where does Qing Jun live?"

...

The morning light sprinkled on the windows of the room. The windows were not completely closed, and a few strands hit the room through the windows.

in the room.

These days, because they had to work overtime to make the tasks assigned by Chen Mo, occasionally Yanran would ask her to make a set of skirts. Song Qingjun didn't dare to shirk, or she didn't know to shirk.

So she was very tired during this period of time. After finishing everything on her hands yesterday, Song Qingjun fell asleep deeply.

I haven't woken up until now.

Chen Mo knocked on the door, but he didn't respond, and pushed the door on his own and walked in.

Since the system was bound to Song Qingjun, Chen Mo regarded her as his own woman in his heart, and entered his own woman's room.

The room is not big, there are many guys, like drill bits, scissors, etc., but they are neatly placed and don't look messy.

Chen Mo blinked before looking at the side of the room.

On the couch, Song Qingjun was lying on the pillow facing him, his hair was a bit messy, and his body was wrapped in a blanket with his greasy shoulders. From Chen Mo’s angle, even if he was covered, he could still see a large area of ​​beauty. Breathing smoothly and sleeping well.

Chen Mo looked around for a few moments, and then sat down next to him.

With an oval face, slender eyebrows, a charming look, and a delicate complexion, she is really an outstanding beauty.

But these are inferior to that bold man.

It's so big, how long.

It's a pity not to feed the child...

There was an impulse in Chen Mo's heart, that was to start testing, but he quickly dispelled the idea, after all, the relationship between the two was still unclear, and he was still taking advantage of the tastelessness while others fell asleep.

After looking at it a few times, he raised his hand and shook his shoulder.

"It's getting late, wake up."

"Woo-"

After being swayed for a while, Song Qingjun frowned, took a breath, gently raised his hand, and patted Chen Mo's hand:

"I'll sleep again, I'm so sleepy..."

Speaking of which, Song Qingjun suddenly woke up and opened his eyes. When he saw Chen Mo who was close at hand, the timidity and panic all rushed up suddenly, and he shrank into the bed while holding the blanket, and whispered softly:

"Lo...Owner, why are you... here?"

Song Qingjun's face flushed and her voice trembled.

"Come and see you, after today, it may take a long time to see each other." Chen Mo said.

"Ah...oh..."

Song Qingjun was taken aback, and immediately wondered: "Lord, you came to see me... why?"

Chen Mo smiled: "How are the clothes made?"

"It's all done, in Najie, let's take a look at the original poster."

Song Qingjun took a spare ring from his finger, handed it to Chen Mo, and erased the own soul mark on the ring.

Chen Mo left the mark of his own soul, and after a few glances, he put it on his hand quite satisfiedly, and then whispered softly: "Should I let you make it for you?"

Hearing this, Song Qingjun's face was flushed and hot. She was still a little dizzy. She didn't sleep much. Although she didn't feel tired at this time, she suddenly felt a little sleepy and hesitated for a while. , Just whispered:

"Done, now... wear it?"

"Um."

"Then you turn around."

"Okay." Chen Mo turned around.

Song Qingjun put the blanket on Own's head, then took out the white shirt and hip skirt from the ring, and put them on the blanket.

Rustling...

"All right..."

Song Qingjun's voice was soft and gentle.

Chen Mo turned around.

Suddenly looked lonely.

Song Qingjun's body was tightly wrapped in the blanket.

"Uh...you lift the blanket." Chen Mo said.

"Oh."

Song Qingjun lifted the blanket half-reluctantly.

Chen Mo glanced a few times and continued: "Come down and show me."

Song Qingjun pursed his lips. After hesitating for a while, he walked out of the bed with his bare feet and stood in front of Chen Mo with his head down.

The figure is exquisite, the white shirt still seems to be small, there is a kind of tight feeling, the front is bulging, the hip skirt wraps up the buttocks and thighs, and outlines a graceful arc.

Song Qingjun at this time had the feeling of an office secretary, and he seemed a bit capable.

"Yes, not bad." Chen Mo praised.

Hearing this, Song Qingjun's head lowered even further.

Chen Mo didn't know whether it was a heartbeat or what, and suddenly took a step forward, raised Song Qingjun's chin, and raised her head.

Song Qingjun was startled and wanted to step back and dodge, and then a big hand was wrapped around his waist, and the whole person was restrained in Chen Mo's arms.

"Original."

"Are you afraid of me?" Chen Mo stared at Song Qingjun's eyes.

Song Qingjun's face was rosy at this time, two strands of hair draped softly on both sides of her cheeks, and the seductive little mouth under Qiong's nose looked delicate and charming.

"Ah...no." Song Qingjun's gaze was dodged.

"Then you are afraid that I will eat you?"

"No... isn't it?"

"..."

Chen Mo pursed his lips, but he didn't know what to think, he leaned over and nibble on Song Qingjun's lips.

Song Qingjun froze, his eyes widened, and his mouth made a whining sound. After a while, he could finally speak, but he said in disbelief: "Lord, you..."

The words are still incomplete.

"Stop calling the original poster, let's change the name."

"Then...what's that called?"

"How is the master?"

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