Chapter 168 Qingyan: Everyone is a fine product!

What was this king just talking about?

Who he kisses has anything to do with me!

Su Jiu blinked hard at the wall, as if this could suppress the thrill in his heart.

The more the two of them didn't want to make a sound, the more they heard each other's breathing sounds.

Even the sworn brothers were unknowingly adjusted to synchronize.

Crunch-

The door was suddenly pushed open.

"Brother Jiu, I brought you supper, meat and wine." Before Xie Chen could come in, the voice came first.

Almost a subconscious action, Mo Wuming shook his hand and lowered the bed curtain.

Turned over suddenly.

Coincidentally, Su Jiu also turned around and turned around.

Up and down.

The two face to face, their noses touched their noses, and their eyelashes could almost touch each other.

Not to mention each other's heavy breathing.

The picture is still.

It seemed as if the air had solidified.

Xie Chen walked into the door, put the wine and meat on the table, and prepared to walk to Su Jiu's bed.

Just approached-

Damn it!

Two pairs of shoes!

Pluto is here!

Almost instantly, Xie Chen turned around and left, and closed the door thoughtfully.

After going out, he went to Qi Shao and his room like a little speaker.

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The footsteps went away and the door closed.

The two of them were on the bed, and the back of their ears were red.

Four eyes are opposite.

The smells are familiar to each other in the breath, and the ambiguous smell spreads.

Su Jiu held his breath and twisted his body uneasy: "...it's too close."

Even though it is through the quilt.

Mo Wuming reacted damnly. He was as if he was cursed by Xerox. He couldn't take his eyes away. He stared at Su Jiu's lips, opening and closing, and said word by word: "Su Jiu... You must believe that I am really not a broken sleeve!"

Su Jiu raised his eyes: "It's not... um..."

All the words were blocked.

It was just a dog man who claimed that he was not a broken sleeve, and he was blocked with his mouth tightly!

The two lips collided.

There was inevitably another verbal battle.

Afterwards, they each covered their mouths and sat on the bed.

Mo Wuming wiped the blood at the corner of his mouth, his head was messy, and he even felt that he might have been possessed by a ghost just now.

He just thought that he would not kiss anymore, he would not kiss anymore, he would not kiss anymore...

Then……

It became that way!

He looked sideways and looked at Su Jiu with a dark face beside him, and his voice was cold: "I didn't do it on purpose just now, so you don't have to use such force, how can I go out to see people like this?"

This shameless person is still thinking about this question?

Su Jiu rolled his eyes in anger: "Go to die!"

Once he turned over, he wrapped himself in a quilt and stopped talking.

Mo Wuming sat on the edge of the bed with his legs in his arms, feeling quite aggrieved.

He looks like a woman... Can you blame me?

The more he thinks about it, the more innocent he feels!

Wronged!

It's all his fault for that face!

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The Padma Palace.

Qingyan was recalled and complained to Zhan Liuyun with tears in his nose.

Of course, all I got was Zhan Liuyun's expressionless sentence: "Why are you not dead yet?"

After a while, the two walked into the study.

In the study room,

Mo Wuming was sitting at the table with a wound on his lips, holding a book about [Brother Eighteen Styles, Friendship Positions] in his hand, reading with relish.

He exclaimed: "Although I've gone a little bit off, this book is still useful."

The two walked in backwards, and Zhan Liuyun stopped.

Qingyan walked over curiously, swaying a folding fan in her hand, and her pair of peach blossom eyes shining with light: "Mingda, what book are you reading?"

Zhan Liuyun pursed his lips.

Do I want to go out first?

Mo Wuming raised his eyes slightly, his expression calmly, and patted the books on the table, "Where did you find these books? Let's help me find some detailed ones."

Qingyan was suddenly recalled, but she was still puzzled. It turned out that she was asking him to find a book.

He walked over suspiciously, "What type of book?"

Zhan Liuyun lowered his head and coughed lightly.

Qingyan glanced at him and didn't take it seriously.

He picked up the books on the table, flipped through them, and looked at Mo Wuming in surprise, "Mingda, have you been reading these books recently?"

Mo Wuming nodded and looked at him with a cold look: "This is not detailed enough."

Qingyan blinked, not noticed anything at all. He put away his folding fan and knocked on his forehead, "There are so many books, it's in the study!"

Zhan Liuyun's scalp numb, "Cough cough!"

Qingyan turned her head and looked at him angrily: "If you have a bad throat, take medicine and get away."

Mo Wuming's dark eyes glanced at Zhan Liuyun with a faint look, and suspicion flashed in his eyes.

Zhan Liuyun was so scared that he lowered his head.

You can continue to die, no matter you!

Qingyan had already taken the small notebook and walked towards the corner of the bookshelf, and dug out six or seven copies from the bottom three floors.

This was something he bought in the black market because of Ming Dai and Jiu Ye. They are all high-quality products!

Zhan Liuyun covered his face and no longer saw it.

Mo Wuming followed him with his hands on his back, gently lifted the tip of his eyes and took the book in his hand.

Just saw the title of the top book: [Breaking the Taboo Love]

He opened the first page stiffly, which not only contained text descriptions, but also drawings...

Mo Wuming turned two pages, suddenly his throat was dry and his lips moved: "What... what is this?"

Qingyan walked forward and pulled out another book in his hand [It doesn't matter if you are soft, I can be hard], turned on the first page, the unsightly picture, and pointed at: "It's this, didn't you read it just to get along with Master Jiu? It's so detailed here!"

Mo Wuming closed his eyes, his eyebrows were beating wildly, and his voice trembled: "...so, are these books the same as the books I read before?"

Qingyan waved her hand: "Of course it's different!"

Before Mo Wuming could breathe a sigh of relief, he started to speak again: "These books are excellent! Where are the ones you read before that only words can compare with?"

Mo Wuming pursed his thin lips: "...Why are these books in my king's study?"
To be continued...