Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Hearing this, Mo Niang pushed the inkstone away, raised her eyes, and after looking at Uncle Liao for a while, said with a smile: "Uncle Liao, just tell me what you have, I'll listen."

Uncle Liao paused, as if looking for words: "Miss, you should know that in your circle, there are many people who play tricks on the spot. When you like it, you hold it in your palm and coax it, and you don't even come to wink when you don't like it. Even if you become a beggar on the side of the road, you are still a stranger, let alone..."

"What's more, Qu Luo is famous for being playful in Forty-Nine City." Mo Niang supported her chin with one hand, and interrupted Uncle Liao with a smile: "I know all these, so Uncle Liao, don't worry, I know What are you doing?"

Uncle Liao nodded, and didn't say any more, but still looked at Mo Niang with a hint of worry in his eyes.

Mo Niang sat on the wooden chair and continued to draw with her head down, but the more she drew, the more dissatisfied she became, so she simply stopped painting.

If she followed her usual routine, she should go to bed before noon, take a nap, and take these paintings to practice booth when the sun is not so hot.

But now, after noon, she is still sitting on the wooden chair, and the painting is only half done.

She knows better than anyone else that in that circle, the enthusiasm like electric light and flint is like a fire when it burns, and it will not retreat at all. Once the enthusiasm is over, the heart will not last long...

After sitting for nearly half an hour, Mo Niang finally got up, put down the work she was doing, lay down on the wooden bed, turned sideways, and finally regained a little drowsiness.

Originally, it was just a short rest on weekdays, so it wouldn't take long.

But today, when Mo Niang woke up, it was already dark.

She sat up from the wooden bed at once, her first reaction was that it was so late, what should I do with today's painting?

Seeing that she woke up, Ah Zi, who was waiting on her, came over immediately: "Miss, you finally woke up! We thought you would sleep until late at night. Uncle Liao said that you are too tired recently, and I want Miss to sleep more. After sleeping, I didn’t ask you to get up and go to the stall, Uncle Liao is cooking porridge in the kitchen now, do you have anything to eat, I’ll run over and tell Uncle Liao!”

"No need, just finish the porridge in a while and eat some vegetables." Mo Niang smiled and rubbed her head: "Go get me a glass of water? My mouth is a little tasteless."

"Yes!" Ah Zi replied crisply, holding a teaspoon and adding tea into the teapot in a regular manner. The tea leaves were particularly fragrant, with a hint of mint flavor. Ah Zi couldn't help but took a deep breath and sighed: "The things Luo Shao sent are good, even the tea leaves are so fragrant."

As she spoke, she poured out the water she had soaked for the first time, filled some hot water into the purple sand teapot, and then walked towards Mo Niang with a porcelain cup in her hand while smiling.

Mo Niang looked at the emerald green tea leaves hovering in the porcelain cup, there was only one leaf, and it swirled in the water.

How can it not be sweet?

After all, it is a good hair tip...

After drinking the tea, the food in the kitchen was ready, and Mo Niang took two simple bites, then started painting again, and kept painting until late at night, before putting hot water in the tub, planning to soak her feet before going to bed.

She was a little absent-minded, and even forgot the towel for wiping her feet on the wooden chair, so she could only get it sideways. This posture made the bright red silk embroidered pajamas on her tight, and her slender willow waist, As well as the soft curves on her chest, it looks particularly sharp, and the long hair like a black waterfall surrounds her face, making her look very attractive...

Mo Niang just lowered her head and rubbed her ankles, she didn't notice at all, there was a pair of narrow and evil eyes staring at her in front of the door, a flame flickered in the dark pupils, she smiled lazily on the surface, but in fact she was Look carefully, not missing any graceful details, and enjoy all the beautiful scenery... It's like a patient hunter who is calculating when the best time to make a move...

If it was normal, Mo Niang would definitely notice, but today she has drawn more than a dozen paintings in a row, her eyes are already tired, and her spirit is particularly difficult to concentrate. She just finished wiping her ankles and is about to fish her feet out of the wooden basin. When he came out, his right leg was pressed back by a pair of sudden hands, and water splashed everywhere...

Mo Niang froze as soon as she raised her head, the two of them were very close, eyes to eyes, and when they inhaled, the musk filled their nostrils and buried them in their lungs.

That handsome face stained with alcohol is close at hand, and the narrow eyes are even more dark and deep, clearly reflecting the shadows of the two people, Qu Luo's fingers clasped her chin, and the curved arc at the corner of the mouth is full of evil spirits , the thin lips were only a slight distance away from hers, even if he didn't speak, the unique sandalwood would spray on her lips with his movements, as if he was kissing...

Mo Niang was stunned for a moment, and soon, she leaned back a lot, and casually opened the distance between the two, but her right leg was still being pressed by him, and the afterglow of moonlight sprinkled on his face, outlining the distance between the two of them. There are sharp-edged lines and blurred eyes.

He must have drunk a lot of wine, even the half-smiles smelled of alcohol...

"I'll wash it for you." Qu Luo's voice was very low, with a metaphorical hoarseness, and his calloused fingers brushed those delicate feet like snow.

Mo Niang's feet are very beautiful, even the nails are neatly trimmed, showing a slight light pink, so clean that people always want to touch them, to see if other places are also so attractive...

Qu Luo's tall body shook suddenly, thick breath rolled in his throat, something pierced through his body like a sharp knife, his sanity became precarious, and an inexplicable sense of ruthlessness arose in his heart !

He propped up his arms, turned over and pressed the witch under him, bowed his head to appreciate the surprise flashing across her face, even the blood in his veins was so hot that it was unbearable.

Mo Niang was suddenly overwhelmed by him like this, her eyebrows were slightly twisted, and her face was also a little hot.

No one doesn't get hot.

He hugged her like that, rubbing his hardness on her body, the male body temperature penetrated the fabric, and ironed her body, bringing an indescribable strangeness, the chest under his hands was even more solid and broad, like A soldering iron wrapped in velvet.

The air exhaled between the thin lips hit the back of her ears, the temperature could almost burn her ears.

The Mo Niang wanted to avoid this frustrating dawdling, and instinctively stretched out her hand to push him away.

But he pressed her waist tightly with one hand, and his usual evil voice became low and hoarse, as if he was trying to suppress something, and even his breathing was hot: "Don't move, if you continue to move, I guess even if I I don't want to hurt you, and I can't stop."

The witch stopped moving.

But Qu Luo directly leaned over, bit her slender neck, hugged her, rubbed pieces of hot...