Chapter 318

Flower Mo dust struggled two times, but each other's embrace bundle of more tight, he was tightly locked in the arms, can't move.

A bold guess came to him.

The only one who is more afraid of you is Gao Jun

Hua Mo Chen thought of this, a heart out of control jump, almost jump out of the chest, the whole person also instantly quiet down, give up the struggle.

No.

Spend Mo Chen thought for two seconds, feel something wrong, he is now weak, now the Kung Fu is not his heyday of 50%.

So, it's not necessarily a Hun Jun.

Flower Mo dust thought of here, a heart cool half.

He hesitated to ask, but he swallowed the words.

Holding flower dust Qiao Yanran, did not think that he in this short distance of less than ten steps, actually thought so much.

She took people to the room.

There are several fires in the room. It's very warm. Hua Mo Chen's body, which was frozen slightly, is warm.

Qiao Yanran put him on the plush bench and wanted to take off his wet coat.

As soon as she reached out her hand and put it on his waist, before she had time to open the string around his waist, her hand was clenched by Hua Mo Chen.

Flower Mo dust between the eyebrows and eyes with a forest of cold, lips pursed white, restraint and alienation.

Qiao Yanran stretched out her hand and pulled his five fingers apart one by one. In the palm of his open hand, she wrote down the word "I" one stroke at a time.

The cool fingertips depict the palm of his hand with a crisp and itchy touch.

Hua Mo Chen felt it carefully, drew it on his trouser leg with his right hand hanging on one side, and confirmed it again and again, then he was sure that it was "I".

His lips closed more tightly, his pupils contracted incredulously, something burst in his brain, and his eyes turned red instantly.

Hua Mo Chen's voice trembled, "Your Majesty?"

Qiao Yanran reached out and rubbed his soft hair in response.

Spend Mo dust eye socket red more fierce, the whole person with a small shell general, a head into Qiao Yanran's arms.

His body trembled slightly, and he let out a small whimper, like a wounded animal.

He cried a little fierce, Qiao Yanran although wearing very thick, but still feel the chest clothes wet through.

"Minister I thought that your Majesty would not accept me... " Flower Mo dust tone despair, with a little nasal voice, but also through a grievance.

Qiao Yanran stretched out her hand and put him tightly in her arms, patting him on the back.

"Your Majesty, I can't see it or hear it."

Hua Mo Chen's voice is dull.

He hugs Qiao Yanran tightly, the whole person has a sense of belonging, as if the unknown darkness and deafness are no big deal.

Qiao Yanran took his hand and wrote down a few words in his palm: rest assured, I am here.

Her writing is very slow, and every stroke is very clear. After Hua Mo Chen feels it, her heart warms up, and there is something warm in her eyes, flowing down uncontrollably.

Qiao Yanran wiped the water stains from his belly, picked the string from his waist with his fingertips, and took off his wet coat.

Hua Mo Chen is holding the corner of his clothes, and the whole person is a little nervous.

Although he had been in bed once, he was still nervous. They all said that once he was born, twice he was mature, but it was not the same thing at all.