Before she could finish speaking, her dry lips are suddenly blocked.
The man uses his blazing breath and his unique scent to plunder her breath, soaking her lips.
Helping each other in difficult times, in life and death, hard to abandon!
Jun Muyan, you're destined to be mine!
At the end of the kiss, Muyan tenderly gasps for breath, somewhat unsteady on her feet.
She grits her teeth, "What are you doing?"
Di Ming Jue's voice is hoarse, "Paying for the painting."
Muyan: "…" who told you to pay for a painting like this?
She struggles, only to find that the man is holding her and not letting go.
Muyan can't help but frown, pressing her hand on the man's chest to break free.
"Don't move!" Di Ming Jue's voice is unreasonably hoarse.
He grabs Muyan's slender wrist, slowly dragging it down, pressing it somewhere hard and hot.
Muyan stares blankly at first, unable to react.
Then her face instantly turns red, like it's burning.
No matter how calm she appears, she's essentially ignorant about the matters between a man and a woman.
The only experience she had was that kind of pain and suffering, like tormented days and nights.
She simply doesn't want to recall it.
Normally, she could still be bold enough to flirt with Di Ming Jue with a few flowery words.
But when it really comes to it, there's only panic and helplessness.
So much so that the unbearable pain from her memories surges into her mind, making her complexion turn a bit pale.
Di Ming Jue sighs softly.
Releasing her hand, he presses her into his embrace.
His deep voice is a little doting, a little helpless, as he softly says, "Muyan, what should I do with you?"
In the end, what do I have to do for you to be willing to forget that dead man and accept my feelings?
Releasing the person in his arms, Di Ming Jue no longer lingers, and quickly turns to leave.
He can't stay in this room for a moment longer!
If he stays any longer, he's afraid that he'll directly take care of this little woman who worries him.
Only, he wants Muyan.
She's the complete Muyan.
Whether it's her body, heart, or status, they should all belong to him, Di Ming Jue.
For the arrival of this day, he can endure! He can wait!
Of course, the price of patience is that he takes a cold shower for two hours.
Then he leaves the courtyard and goes to Junji Drugstore.
… …
In the room, Muyan picks up the portrait of a man that has already been drawn on the table, her expression slightly absent-minded.
Finally, she put away the painting and entered the space.
After wandering around the space for a long time, Mu Yan doesn't know where to hide this painting.
In the end, Mu Yan casually took out a book and placed the folded painting inside.
He slammed the book shut!
Out of sight, out of mind.
Lying on the bed and closing her eyes, Mu Yan seems to be able to hear the man's whisper in her ear.
— — Mu Yan, what should I do with you?
The night gradually deepened.
In the yard outside the house, a gentle breeze blew across the quiet herb meadow.
Suddenly, the soil on a certain piece of land shook slightly.
Then, a light blue sprout slowly grew out at a speed visible to the naked eye.
= = =
On the first day that she couldn't see Xiaobao, she missed him.
The day after she couldn't see Xiaobao, she missed him, missed him.
On the third day without seeing Xiaobao, she missed him, missed him, missed him.
Mu Yan gently stirs the fragrant lily and lotus seed porridge with a spoon.
Just a few days ago, the delicacies that made her mouth move, now she has no interest in them at all.
Even though she knows that it's an equivalent exchange, even though she knows that what Di Ming Jue said is right.
However, she hasn't seen her baby for so long, Mu Yan only feels dispirited.
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