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Chapter 333 Mo Shiyan, do you love me?

She had gotten drunk in front of Mo Shiyan, and had left many marks on Mo Shiyan's face while drunk.

Thinking of this, Ming Nuan took three steps back and subconsciously covered his head.

"We agreed not to hit people in the face." Ming Nuan warned him.

Mo Shiyan was originally sitting quietly.

As soon as he saw Ming Nuan retreating.

It's like those people triggered the 'Ms. Sang' mechanism.

He suddenly sat upright from his position.

His eyes were fixed on Ming Nuan. If it weren't for the thin layer of red on his face, she would not have been able to tell that Mo Shiyan was drunk.

"You are not allowed to retreat."

Mo Shiyan's voice was sinister, and he stretched out his hand towards Ming Nuan, "Come here."

He seemed to be suppressing something and said with restraint, "Come to me."

Ming Nuan: "..."

She took three more steps back, even turned around and was about to run out.

There are bodyguards outside.

Ask them to hold Mo Shiyan down and give him hangover soup.

Unfortunately, this is just thought.

After only taking the second step, he was already knocked down by Mo Shiyan.

The four of Kuijin slept in a deep sleep.

Ming Nuan was picked up directly.

Mo Shiyan took her to the room upstairs without saying a word.

Ming Nuan struggled in his arms, "Wait a minute, I'll have someone make you some hangover soup."

She was sure that Mo Shiyan was drunk.

Although he didn't look drunk at all.

But you can see that he is much more excited than usual.

Mo Shiyan threw Ming Nuan on the bed.

She looked at Mo Shiyan in panic, "What are you doing!"

Mo Shiyan went to pull his tie, but it had already been ripped off by him, so he only took off his jacket.

The way he takes off his coat is a joy to watch.

Not anxious or panicked, not as eager and unstructured as other drunk people.

He is like a person who is about to open a present, and he makes every step meticulous and perfect in preparation for this moment.

"I'll give you purple energy." Mo Shiyan spoke again, his voice already hoarse.

Apparently the alcohol had eroded his brain more deeply and fueled his desires.

Ming Nuan's scalp was numb, "I don't need purple energy yet."

Hearing this, Mo Shiyan paused while unbuttoning his buttons and looked at her in confusion, frost and snow formed between his brows, and his whole body exuded a gloomy and cold air, "Why don't you need it?"

"You don't need purple energy anymore?"

Is he still selective in listening?

Ming Nuan's old face fell, "Who told you that you don't need it anymore? I said you don't need it now! Now!"

He wanted to grab Mo Shiyan's head and shake the alcohol out.

Mo Shiyan grabbed Ming Nuan's hand.

The anger in his eyes had not yet subsided, and he was immersed in his own world, like a wolf that was raised as a dog and then abandoned by its master. He was immersed in his own feelings with anger and sadness, "You don't need the purple energy anymore."

"You don't need me anymore?"

"Or have you found a better purple energy?"

Ming Nuan: "..." This won't work.

This guy just doesn't make sense.

She took two deep breaths.

Tell yourself that this is a tit-for-tat.

She had tormented Mo Shiyan when she was drunk before.

So now Mo Shiyan is also here to torment her.

That's fair enough.

Ming Nuan tried to calm herself down. Thinking about the most difficult days in the past, she could suppress this... unable to suppress it.

She felt that her temper was completely out of control now!

Ming Nuan half straightened up.

He held Mo Shiyan's face firmly, stretched out his hand and squeezed it hard.

She laughed angrily and followed his words and said, "Yes!"

"I don't want you anymore!"

"What can you do to me!"

Mo Shiyan's pupils suddenly expanded, and the two were so close that Ming Nuan could see the sadness and heart palpitations conveyed from his pupils.

He looked at Mingnuan as if in disbelief.

It was obvious that the person who had been talking about these words just now was himself.

But now Ming Nuan really went along with it.

His fierce and paranoid mask seemed to be shattered by Ming Nuan's straight punch.

Became helpless.

Look at him like this.

Ming Nuan's shoulders, which were straight just now, slowly relaxed.

She sighed helplessly, "If you don't want to hear these words."

"Just stop telling me these useless things."

"I said no, but you didn't believe me. I said yes, but you..."

He didn't even finish his words.

Ming Nuan suddenly felt dizzy.

Mo Shiyan rushed forward and hugged her tightly.

Because he is too heavy.

Ming Nuan was thrown onto the bed, her waist almost bent over.

Fortunately, she had learned to dance and her flexibility was pretty good.

Otherwise, this moment would be enough to make her scream.

Mo Shiyan buried his head beside her neck.

As if she was extremely angry, her teeth kept rubbing against her beating muscles, the hot temperature combined with the sharpness of the tooth tips.

Ming Nuan's heart was lifted.

Mo Shiyan narrowed his eyes slightly and was about to open his mouth.

Ming Nuan shouted: "No biting!"

Mo Shiyan's mouth closed.

He was as angry as a pufferfish.

But it was really because Ming Nuan said no.

He stopped biting.

Ming Nuan himself felt strange. How could Mo Shiyan be so obedient before?

But Mo Shiyan felt very irritated. He wanted to do whatever he wanted, but there was always a voice in his heart. If you want to get her, you can't do whatever you want.

Things Ming Nuan doesn't like.

It can't be done.

These words were like a cross nailed into his bones, with the same temperature as the flames, burning and scorching him.

But when he listened to Ming Nuan's words, he felt uncomfortable. All he could think about was that Ming Nuan said she didn't need him anymore.

The huge sense of panic forced him to do something to calm himself.

He began to look left and right, looking very busy, but he couldn't take any action because he didn't know what he was thinking about.

"What are you doing?" Ming Nuan asked again out of curiosity.

Mo Shiyan lowered his head and stared at her fiercely, "I'm going to find a chain to tie you up!"

Ming Nuan knew very well that there was no such thing in the manor.

But she could trick Mo Shiyan into getting up first, and then she could take the opportunity to slip away.

So he said, "Why don't you get up and look for it?"

"What are you doing on top of me?"

She took the opportunity to push his shoulder.

But Mo Shiyan seemed to be deflated, and his body, which had been propped up, was pressed down like a mountain again.

He leaned against Ming Nuan.

The voice was muffled, "I'm not looking for you anymore."

"Ming Nuan is afraid of chains."

Mingnuan, who was pushing his shoulder hard, was stunned.

The two of them maintained this action.

There was no movement for a long time.

She was afraid of chains.

Afraid of completely enclosed spaces, afraid of the cold, afraid of the pale basement.

Mo Shiyan had seen her fear with his own eyes.

And it is deeply engraved in my mind.

Even when I was drunk I didn't forget.

Ming Nuan hugged him, staring at the ceiling.

Empty and confused, as if thinking about a lot of things, but also like not thinking about anything at all.

She always felt that Mo Shiyan was a person who lived in his own world. In his world, he was the most noble and his thoughts were the most important.

So from the beginning, she had no idea.

Anyway, marriage is to solve urgent problems.

But when did he start to change?

What about herself?

When did her temper become so bad? She was still cautious when she was reborn.

"Mo Shiyan."

She suddenly asked, "You said that when a drunk person speaks the truth, he or she is in the best state for interrogation, right?"

Mo Shiyan frowned and raised his head, "You should remember these words. Don't always remember these unimportant things. I asked you to pity me more and love me more. Where did you remember it?"

Ming Nuan said nothing.

Just look at him quietly.

Mo Shiyan's eyes were very hot and straightforward.

The two looked at each other for a while, but Ming Nuan couldn't stand it anymore and avoided his sight.

She took a deep breath.

The voice was also slightly trembling.

When he spoke again, his voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Mo Shiyan."

"Do you love me?"

After saying that, she firmly grasped the sheets under her body.

Mo Shiyan, who was holding her tightly, looked confused, and then became furious!

"Ming Nuan!"

He shouted her name angrily, "I've confessed so many times!"