Raising beasts to become wives: Three young loyal dogs, and wolf wives to transform

Chapter 102 I'm sore, I'm squeamish towards you (1)

"The moment I picked you up from Huayang Mountain, you belonged to me, from here to here, everything." Yan Mozhi nodded her head and feet, ears and tail. "Whether you are a wolf or a human, you belong to me once you are in my arms, understand? You belong to me alone."

"And here, too, it belongs to me, it can only be mine. Do you understand?" The person who turned over suddenly turned up again, his eyes were facing her directly, there was no doubt in his dark pupils, and his palms were covered Where her heart beats.

The four eyes are facing each other, and each other is reflected in the eyes, and only each other.

He Shuangjian opened his mouth, "Then, is this place mine? Can it only be mine?"

He Shuang also raised his hand to cover another beating heart above his own heart.

"Yes."

There was no hesitation, no hesitation, no dodging, just a little bit of consonance.

He Shuangjian blinked and looked up.
After a long time, after the two separated, there was more sweetness between the two than before.

Yan Mozhi looked at the girl with a peach blossom face, and whispered in his ear, "So, don't let me hear it again, yours, mine, understand? Otherwise"

Yan Mozhi's dark and unfathomable eyes kept scanning down the meaning of his eyes, you understand.

Although he didn't finish speaking, He Shuangjian felt as if he understood something and didn't dare to think deeply about it.He swallowed, shrank his neck, and nodded pretending to be a quail.Aww, what about human rights, she doesn't even have wolf rights
Yan Mozhi was satisfied, and the lines on his face finally softened a bit.

The previous suspicions were resolved, as if the night sky was a little clearer.

Thinking of something, Yan Mozhi picked up the man and walked to the study room separated by a wall.Seeing that He Shuang was very sensible, he obediently did not move.

Put He Shuangjian on the chair where the two quarreled today, and spread out a piece of rice paper on the table.

Yan Mozhi chose a wolf hair brush on the pen stand, held the pen without ink, and quietly looked at He Shuangjian whose eyes were still as red as rabbits.

Those black pupils, which are always clear, seem to be filled with water from a spring river at this time, warm and soft, rippling with imperceptible traces of affection.

When He Shuang saw being stared at by such a pair of eyes, looking at the wolf hair in his hand, and the inkstone with the ink sticks on it, there was something he didn't understand.His face turned red suddenly.

Standing up slowly, he rubbed his ink in an obedient manner.

It's all her fault, it's not good to have a nickname, why did Twitch call him "Little Wolf Who Makes Ink", judging by his posture, he clearly knew it long ago.

It turned out that she had already been arrested.

Nothing is worth it, it's no different from confessing.

He Shuang saw that the more he thought about it, the lower his head became, but he still couldn't help but quietly glanced at Yan Mozhi who had big characters written on it.

Concentrated and calm, like a solitary green pine standing in the world, lofty, cold, and charming.

The wrist is closed, and the pen is finished.

Yan Mozhi looked at her, just in time to see Shan He Shuang peeking at her, and He Shuang quickly looked away to see what was written on the paper.

There are only four meaningful and unrestrained characters on the paper.

Fragrance with red sleeves.

Really are.
hell.
Return her aloof male god!
He Shuangjian secretly slandered, these four words are really not worthy of that superb writing skills
But this can't be said clearly, He Shuang looked at him eagerly when he saw it, and pursed his mouth.

Yan Mozhi looked at the rosy lips after being squished and seemed to pout. It was almost like asking someone to taste it, but he endured it, pretending not to know, "Huh? I just taught it, did you forget it? ?” He just wanted her to speak out, to tell him everything hidden in her heart.

Seeing helplessness, He Shuang pouted even more. "sore hands."

　I have counted to 5, and there is another 6 I don't know if it will be too late. . . . .I take a shower first, and the power will be cut off at 23:30. . . . . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)