Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

Mo Heng's shirt was very long and wide, Gu Ruojiao dragged the floor when he put it on.

And the placket is a little low, even if it is tightened, it will reach below the collarbone.

After wearing it, Gu Ruojiao was at a loss, and didn't know how to put her hands and feet. .seven

As for Mo Heng, after she finished changing her clothes, she also changed off the wet clothes.

He didn't avoid Gu Ruojiao, and showed his strong back, as if he wasn't worried about being looked at.

As soon as Gu Ruojiao raised her eyes, she saw this scene, turned around with a coquettish cry, covered her eyes and was so ashamed that she couldn't help herself.

Mo Heng hooked the corners of his lips, and tied up his belt.

Gu Ruojiao was still facing away from him, covering her face.

Mo Heng turned around and sat on the bed: "Not yet."

Gu Ruojiao let go of her hands, and timidly turned her head to take a quick glance.

Seeing that he was dressed, he was relieved.

But it didn't pass.

Mo Heng raised his eyebrows: "Disobedient?"

Gu Ruojiao shook her head hurriedly.

But still hesitantly did not go forward.

Mo Heng's face darkened: "Is this what you are obedient to?"

The voice was extremely cold.

Gu Ruojiao flinched for a moment, not daring to hesitate any longer, and ran over with small steps.

But as soon as he got close, Mo Heng pulled him into his arms.

She let out a coquettish cry, struggling to get up.

Unexpectedly, the man's arm was across her waist.

So as soon as she lifted herself up, she fell back into his arms.

"Hold, I'm sorry." Her ears turned red from embarrassment.

The man saw it, but he didn't let her go, but touched her earlobe.

Gu Ruojiao's body trembled immediately, and a faint mist quickly formed in her eyes.

"General~ Don't touch..."

Her voice was delicate and soft, which was very pleasant to the man's ears.

The man's arms tightened and he lifted the man across his lap.

"Why not let me touch it?"

The man's words were not harsh, it seemed that he was really just curious.

Gu Ruojiao still didn't dare to look at him, and whispered, "Itches..."

As soon as the words fell, the man pinched his chin and lifted it up.

"Why don't you dare to look at me? A guilty conscience?"

Gu Ruojiao, who really had a guilty conscience, glanced at Mo Heng quickly after hearing the words.

Then move away again.

He whispered: "No."

"No, are you afraid to look at me? Or are you not guilty of guilt?"

Men seem to have to get answers.

Gu Ruojiao was forced to have nowhere to hide, so she could only glance at him quickly again.

Only then said: "Neither."

It was as if that glance was equivalent to looking at him.

Not even a lie.

Mo Heng really thought this little thing was very cute.

So he asked again: "What are you doing outside my room in the middle of the night?"

Gu Ruojiao immediately wanted to lower her head.

But her chin was still pinched by a man.

A pair of eyes fluttered with guilt, telling the man clearly that she had something up her sleeve.

The man took her time to see her reaction, and slowly questioned: "Could it be that you want to steal confidential documents?"

Gu Ruojiao was startled, and wanted to shake her head to deny it, but found that she couldn't move, so she hurriedly said.

"No, I'm not!"

"Then why are you outside my room?"

"I……"

"Leniency for confession, strictness for resistance, if you lie, you know the consequences."

Gu Ruojiao was really frightened, sobbing, "I, I'm afraid..."

Mo Heng raised his eyebrows: "Afraid of what? Afraid of me?"

If you are afraid that he will run out of his room, that would be really interesting.

I heard the little thing shaking his head and saying: "I'm afraid of ghosts~"

Mo Heng sneered.

"Little thing, do you know that there are more terrifying things than ghosts in this world."

Gu Ruojiao looked up at him blankly.

She was frightened and cried by Mo Heng, and there was a trace of moisture at the end of her eyes.

The eyes that had been washed by tears were clearer and brighter.

It gave birth to a raging urge.