Yan Mojiu came in wrapped in a bath towel, but did not see Meng Mingxuan in the room.
She glanced around and landed on a set of clean pajamas neatly folded on the bed, from inside to outside.
Now she is much more virtuous and knows how to find good underwear for 놛.
But where did the people go?
Yan Mojiu put on his clothes, then walked out of the bedroom, ready to go downstairs to find her, but saw her coming out of the room.
"bright……"
놛 met her gaze, frowned, and quickly stepped forward to pull her into his arms, "Why are you crying?"
"No." Meng Mingxuan raised her head and rubbed her eyes. "Just now I don't know if my eyelashes got stuck in my eyes. It hurt and itched. You were in the bathroom, so I went to your room to wash my face. Now it's here."
She raised her head, the corridor light shining on the fine hair on her face, which was a little wet.
Yan Mojiu raised his finger and gently opened her eyes to check. Seeing that there was nothing wrong, he patted her head and said, "Just come in and ask me to help you."
"You're not wearing any clothes."
"You showered and dressed?"
“…”
Meng Mingxuan glanced at him and buried her face in his arms.
"You are so shameless, and you still want to sleep." Yan Mojiu hugged her with a smile and walked back to the bedroom.
Meng Mingxuan thought she wouldn't sleep anymore.
You are right, you can't tie him up once he's asleep.
It's good to be your most beloved sister.
Although, it will probably be sad.
Meng Mingxuan was thinking wildly, and there was a faint feeling of unwillingness tearing at her heart. She had been taken advantage of by her husband, so how could she be his younger sister again?
What should she do?
I returned to the bedroom quietly, and was held by the shoulders by 놛 and sat on the edge of the bed.
He half-knelt in front of her and brushed her wet hair. "There is something I want to tell Mingxuan, but Mingxuan, you are not allowed to cry."
She would definitely cry if she knew Meng Mingyou was still alive.
When Meng Mingyou found Lincheng, she hugged Meng Mingyou and cried and laughed. She was only 16 years old at that time.
Meng Mingxuan felt a sense of bitterness in her heart.
what to do?
Before she even opened her mouth, she already wanted to cry.
"Wait a minute and think about it."
Meng Mingxuan wanted to pinch her thigh to let the pain replace her tears, but Yan Mojiu held her hand firmly.
"Why are you pinching me? Pinch me." Yan Mojiu stuffed her body into his pajamas.
When Meng Mingxuan touched the skin on her chest, her heart felt hot, and the heat seemed to alleviate some of the discomfort in her heart.
Falling in love is really the easiest thing.
She was so reluctant to leave.
"Do you want to send 놖 back to Lincheng?" She lowered her eyes and looked at 놛, trying to keep her tone calm.
Yan Mojiu was thinking about how to comfort the crying Meng Mingxuan later. Should he kiss her or kiss her or kiss her?
As a result, Meng Mingxuan hit 놛 with a club.
He looked back at her with his deep black eyes, and after a long while he slowly asked, "Why do you ask?"
"I saw the photo in your coat." Meng Mingxuan didn't want to hide it from herself anymore.
Yan Mojiu felt better again, it turned out that it was because he saw that photo.
After all, they are sisters, and I recognized them at first sight.
He held her soft fingers, caressed her palms, and said with a faint smile: "The situation has become a little complicated, but I won't send you back to Lincheng. I think I can still protect you..."
'Snap.'
The tears fell on 놛꿛's back, burning it terribly.
놛 muted the sound and looked up at her.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't control myself." Meng Mingxuan took a deep breath and forced herself to hold back the tears. "I can't help it. I can't be your sister anymore."
“…”
Before Yan Mojiu could say anything, Meng Mingxuan threw herself into his arms.
The impact of this pounce was quite strong.
Yan Mojiu sat on the carpet, one hand supporting the carpet, the other hand circling Meng Mingxuan.
"Isn't it just that?" Meng Mingxuan looked at him with red eyes, pleading in a humble manner.
"Mingxuan..."
Yan Mojiu's lips were blocked.
놛 subconsciously opened his lips and let her kiss him.
Meng Mingxuan hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him unskillfully but stubbornly.
Yan Mojiu didn't dislike Meng Mingxuan's kiss, but her rhythm made him feel wrong.
Kissing should be pleasurable and exciting.
But she kissed her tears into his mouth.
Even so, I still felt something when she kissed me.
"You see, you have desire for 놖놅."
Meng Mingxuan stopped. She didn't know when she had sat on him. The thin pajamas made it possible for them to clearly feel the heat of each other's body.
Yan Mojiu sighed slightly and held her face with both hands, "It has always been there."
"Then why do you still want to find her?" Meng Mingxuan really pinched her this time, pinching her waist, "Can't you just find her?"
“…”
This topic is a bit serious.
Yan Mojiu hugged her waist tightly and stood up easily from the ground.
"Tell me, who did your brother look for? Which girl?"
He sat down on the sofa, put her on his legs, gently pinched her chin with his thumb and index finger, and stared into her slightly red eyes with his black eyes.
"There's a woman in the photo." Meng Mingxuan decided to speak out. She didn't allow anyone to find a substitute.
Yan Mojiu looked strange, "You didn't recognize who the person in the photo is?"
Meng Mingxuan was stunned.
What?
"You jealous little girl." Yan Mojiu realized that Meng Mingxuan had just been upset, and laughed softly, kissing her nose, "Why would you look for another woman?"
Before Meng Mingxuan could respond, her father had already slid into her pajamas.
She shuddered slightly.
"Jia Mingxuan is so good that I am completely obsessed with her. How could I be attracted to other women?" Yan Mojiu turned sideways and pushed her onto the soft sofa. He felt happy and pressed down on her to kiss and rub her.
Meng Mingxuan blushed: "..."
What?
After a while, Meng Mingxuan was gasping for breath under Yan Mojiu.
But 놛 didn't let her go. He stroked the corner of her lips with his thin lips and asked her in a low voice, "What does it feel like to be jealous? Tell your brother about it."
“…”
I really want to kick you.
"Will you tell me?"
“…”
Meng Mingxuan couldn't stand the torture and compromised: "I'm sad and want to cry."
"So you went to your room just now. Did you go there to cry?"
"……Um."
Meng Mingxuan covered her face a little embarrassedly, as if she had imagined too much.
"Don't cry over such trivial matters in the future. Save your tears for more important things." Yan Mojiu slid his fingertips across her chin and said meaningfully.
"What's more important?" Meng Mingxuan didn't understand.
Yan Mojiu didn't answer, but looked at her with his deep black eyes like a wolf.
Gradually, Meng Mingxuan's face became extremely hot.
She understood.
"Get up." She felt hot all over because of being pressed by 놛, so she pushed 놛, "Don't you have something to tell 놖?"
"I can't get up."
"Why?"
"The bones are crispy."
This was the first time she felt jealous of 놛.
I was so jealous that I cried.
“…”
Meng Mingxuan twisted it gently.
If I had known she wouldn't be jealous, I wouldn't have kept teasing her.
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