Vampire cute baby tomb robber

Mo Niang's breathing stagnates, and her toes are a little stiff.

Qu Luo didn't intend to let her go, he put his fingers on her ankles, and slowly rubbed them with callused fingers, the numbness that couldn't come out was easy to see...

"Let's do it, huh?" Qu Luo's breath was obviously in a mess, his eyebrows and eyes were infected with a unique evil spirit, and there was a bit of cruelty, but also indescribably lingering.

Mo Niang looked at him, the man lying on top of her had black and white pupils that were so beautiful.

It's really hard to imagine that someone can be so righteous when they say such things.

No wonder everyone in the capital is talking about how unrestrained Mr. Luo is.

He's like a wind that won't stay for anyone.

Will give you enough enthusiasm or tenderness.

But once he wants to get away, no matter what you do, there is no way to keep him...

Such a man is bound to break your heart...

So, it was really hard to imagine that when he was hugging her like a big dog and pampering her, Mo Niang always felt that Qu Luo was so cute and unbelievable.

Just like that evil and mature child when he was young, occasionally showing weakness would make his heart feel extremely soft...

Mo Niang put her hand on Qu Luo's head and rubbed it lightly, feeling the softness of the black hair, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.

Seeing her appearance, Qu Luo was stunned, and the kiss stopped, her breathing became heavier and heavier, as if she was about to explode out of control.

There was screaming pain in that place, but he just wanted to hug her and kiss the corners of her mouth and eyes.

It was a feeling that he had never experienced before. The warmth from the bottom of his heart removed the evil spirit from his pupils, which made him look more profound.

Thin lips fell on the corners of the mouth, such a kiss would make it very comfortable, as if being held in the palm of your hand as a treasure.

The two didn't make it to the end.

An indescribable feeling surged in the devil's heart.

She rejected Qu Luo at the beginning because she didn't want to see her teenage relationship deteriorate.

Because once you get too close, you can't help wanting more, you will start to care, be suspicious, and worry about gains and losses. The closer you are, the more dangerous it is.

She knew that Qu Luo was really interested in her.

But just be interested.

Probably because she always knew that Qu Luo's interest would not last long...

When a person waits too long, they get stuck in place and trust becomes weak.

Surprisingly, this time she actually felt a little lingering. Maybe, she should really forget about the past and try to believe in Qu Luo...

When she woke up the next day, Quluo's people had disappeared, and there was a slight chill on the quilt. It wasn't until Ah Zi came in with a pot of autumn chrysanthemums that Mo Niang realized that it seemed to be the beginning of autumn.

Qu Luo seems to be very busy recently, she doesn't come to report every day like before, even if she comes occasionally, when she looks at her, she will always have a kind of elusive eyes.

Mo Niang thought he had a stomachache again, so she reached out to pour him a cup of hot water: "Tired?"

Qu Luo shook his head, took the hot water and didn't drink it, but paused suddenly, looking straight at Liangqiao not far away with his long and narrow eyes.

Seeing his pensive look, Mo Niang subconsciously followed his line of sight.

There was a woman standing there, and the maid behind her was holding an umbrella for her. She couldn't see her face clearly, but she could vaguely see her wearing a long dress of fire, her black hair was untied, and it was loosely scattered in front of her body. An anklet of the same color is tied around her ankle. The anklet is made of red stones connected in series. It is transparent and flawless, but red and dazzling.

The anklet was the first thing Mo Niang saw.

Because a long, long time ago, she had the exact same...

Mo Niang couldn't help turning her head to look at Qu Luo.

His eyes still fell on the woman.

"Do you think she looks a bit like you?" Qu Luo laughed, evil spirit overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

Mo Niang curled her thin lips: "Someone you know?"

"Well, the youngest daughter of the Wei family." Qu Luo tilted her head, played with the metal cigarette case with her slender fingers, and smiled in a low voice: "I met at the wine table."

Mo Niang understands the meaning of the word "wine table", and it is nothing more than following the momentum to climb up.

In the past few years, the Qu family seems to have reached its peak, and there must be countless people catching up...

Mo Niang smiled, but did not speak.

Swish!

The cigarette case was opened, and Qu Luo took out a cigarette from it, held it on his finger, and said in a low tone, "I seem to have seen you before."

Mo Niang was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Is that so..."

In fact, they are a bit similar, probably because of the clothes they are wearing, they are all eye-catching red, and even the unruliness in their eyes is very similar to themselves back then.

It's just that her unruliness looks softer, the kind of firmness and softness that men like.

And I was too fierce, that's why I hurt many people...

The woman seemed to glance towards this side, and then walked straight over without saying hello to Qu Luo.

Mo Niang glanced at Qu Luo again.

He had already lit the cigarette, put it between his lips, curled the corners of his mouth in a half-smile, with a look of great interest...

"Sell the paintings." Qu Luo spoke with a strong smell of smoke, which made it look like there was a thin layer of mist, and it was impossible to see what was hidden in his long and narrow eyes.

Mo Niang propped up the scroll, and the two sat side by side until dusk.

That day Qu Luo didn't go back with Mo Niang like before, the servants from the family came to look for him, saying that the Qu family wanted to entertain the ministers below and they needed him to go back to sit in charge.

Qu Luo replied lightly: "Understood." Then he followed the boy into the carriage.

In the next few days, he was even less visible.

Although Mo Niang didn't say anything, she always left some stomach-warming millet porridge for him for dinner.

It’s just that Qu Luo’s figure is never seen, and even Yan’er can’t help it. She wanted to go to the Qu’s house to send posts several times, but was pulled back by Uncle Liao. His daughter didn’t want to think about it, so reckless If you go to the Qu Mansion if you lose, you will lose face to the young lady.

Mo Niang shook her head with a smile, and drew her own picture. Autumn is here, and winter will be over in a few days. money.

Counting it piecemeal together, judging from the money earned now, it must not be enough.

She had to plan for the future.

My shoulders always hurt when I paint. Seeing the pile of tonics piled up in the house, Mo Niang couldn't help but smile. She used to think that he didn't care about people, and his personality was so elusive. It is not an exaggeration to do what we do.

Unexpectedly, when he grows up, that stinky little boy will be able to take care of others so tenderly...