A chilling voice echoed in the room, and Mo Qingwu trembled slightly: "Brother...brother..."
"Heh, how could such a fun thing be complete without Qingwu?" The boy flashed and pulled Mo Qingwu over, throwing her onto the bed.
"Ah—" Mo Qingwu screamed. Mo Xinxin, who was being pressed down, almost had her nose crooked. She vaguely realized that something was wrong.
"Young Master Qing... Qingchen?" Mo Xinxin's mind went blank, and she instinctively wanted to run away.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, Mo Qingwu grabbed his neck tightly, saying, "You little slut, you vixen, you seduced my brother?"
"I...I didn't...cough cough..." Mo Xinxin felt suffocated and subconsciously reached out to grab Mo Qingwu's arm.
A strange red glint flashed in Mo Qingwu's eyes, and her grip tightened, becoming even more frantic: "Still denying it? Look at the way you're behaving now!"
"You... Qingwu... cough cough..." What nonsense are you talking about? Have you gone mad?
Mo Xinxin jolted awake, wanting to escape Mo Qingwu's grasp. She caught sight of the boy watching with his arms crossed, sniffed, and looked on the verge of tears.
"Cough cough... Qingchen... Young Master... Save me..."
Mo Qingchen's lips curled into a cold smile: "You slut!"
He thought to himself, "Sure enough, those who come knocking on my door are just asking for trouble." He sneered inwardly and grabbed Mo Qingwu's wrist. "Wu'er, stop fooling around."
"Brother, have you fallen for this vixen?" Mo Qingwu grabbed Mo Qingchen's sleeve like a madwoman, her eyes filled with madness and jealousy.
"Don't be silly, I'll spoil you in a bit, okay?" Mo Qingchen reached out and touched Mo Qingwu's cheek, soothing her.
"No!" Mo Qingwu shook her head vigorously, hugged Mo Qingchen tightly, and sobbed.
Mo Qingchen's eyes were filled with helplessness: "Fine, you're the one I care about most..."
Mo Xinxin's eyes narrowed, and she covered her mouth tightly with both hands, staring at the scene before her in shock.
So… everything Mo Qingcheng said was true? That little bitch Mo Qingwu actually… actually… had… with… Young Master Qingchen…
Before long, the sounds of Mo Qingwu's sobs and Mo Qingchen's curses filled the room. Mo Xinxin tried to escape but was caught by the brother and sister, beaten severely, and had her hands and feet tied to the bed.
Half an hour later, Mo Xinxin's screams were mixed with a hint of excitement and pleasure...
Two flowers bloom, each telling its own story. Now, let's talk about how Mo Qingcheng was intercepted by the Ninth Elder, Mo Chuyue, who took her to his residence.
"Little Qingqing, don't you love me anymore? You have food but you don't even think of this elder?" Mo Chuyue looked aggrieved as she circled around Mo Qingcheng. "Where's the hot pot?"
Mo Qingcheng: "..."
Shut up!
Would you do anything for a bite to eat?
"Ninth Elder, everyone says I, Mo Qingcheng, am a little witch, but in front of you, Ninth Elder, I'm nothing..." Mo Qingcheng's eyes were full of sarcasm. "Aren't you afraid of retribution for framing those siblings like this?"
"Retribution? Bullshit!" Ninth Elder Mo Chuyue raised an eyebrow with a wicked smile, reaching out his lecherous hand to pinch Mo Qingcheng's chin. "Little Qingcheng, this elder was just acting on your behalf... little witch!"
Brat, don't think I'm too old and blind to notice her little tricks. I'm known as the old witch, and this newcomer is actually a little witch... Interesting...
Mo Qingcheng awkwardly touched her nose and coughed lightly: "Elder Beauty, it's a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding! Hot pot is more fun with more people..."
"Isn't that obvious?" Mo Chuyue curled her lips and took out her communication jade pouch. "You old geezers, come and eat hot pot!"
Mo Qingcheng was speechless. "You can do this?"
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