A black doctor from a certain American comic

In the early morning, there was light rain, and the world was completely white.

In her sleep, Li Qingluo frowned, and there were tear stains on her face that could not bear the whipping.

I don't know when, Li Qingluo woke up from her sleep, her head hurt and she was very uncomfortable, and then she saw Murphy entangled with her blankly, and she was stunned.

He was furious in his heart, and the zhenqi in his body was moving, as if he was attacking Mo Fei.

But before she could take action, some fragments appeared in her head.

She was drunk last night...

For a moment, Li Qingluo remembered everything that happened last night. She complained to her junior brother, danced, and then...

It seems that she took the initiative...

She bit her lip, not knowing what to say.

It's a mistake to drink!

I will never drink again!

"What should we do now?" Li Qingluo had a headache. She really had not considered the situation in front of her. The appearance of her junior brother was about the same age as her daughter Yuyan...

After thinking about it, Li Qingluo decided to get up first before talking.

Carefully, she pulled away Mo Fei's hand that was tightly hugging her slender waist, then pulled out little Mo Fei, and finally put on a layer of gauze with a blushing face.

It was raining outside the window and the weather was slightly cold, but for a martial arts master like Li Qingluo, the slight cold and heat had long been ignored.

She stared blankly at the drizzle outside the window, her heart a mess, Duan Zhengchun...junior brother...

"The Luohua people are independent, and the Wei Yuyans fly together." Mo Fei's voice came faintly from behind: "Senior sister, but my little brother has caused you trouble."

Li Qingluo, who was wearing cool clothes and a double-layered robe as thin as a gauze, stood in front of the window and looked at the falling rain. She was so beautiful that she was so enchanting and incomparable.

Her eyebrows are like distant mountains, her elegant nose and cherry lips.

Her eyes are bright and her teeth are white, her neck is as white as snow, and her skin is white, tender and smooth, as if water will squeeze out at the slightest touch. She is incomparably beautiful.

The straight and attractive jade neck under the delicate peach cheeks with graceful and smooth lines. The white and tender almost transparent jade skin between the collar and the surrounding white clothes are almost indistinguishable.

A thin layer of gauze clothes highlighted Li Qingluo's slender waist and slightly rounded hips.

A pair of jade legs with extremely graceful lines.

Tempting thoughts.

When she met Murphy's extremely aggressive gaze, Li Qingluo's stunningly beautiful dimples turned red: "Junior Brother, how could you bully Senior Sister to get drunk and do such...such things..."

Seeing Li Qingluo's tangled and shy look, Mo Fei said: "It's my senior sister's beauty that makes me unable to help myself. If senior sister wants to blame me, just blame me on my younger brother."

"You..." Li Qingluo stamped her feet, looking a bit shy like a little daughter.

With Li Qingluo's beauty, she did it without any pretense, because she looked no different from a little girl.

"Sister, why should you worry?" Mo Fei said with a smile, "I am unmarried and you are a widow. You can tell others everything."

"But... we are so far apart..." Li Qingluo hesitated.

Well, that's all Li Qingluo is worried about now. As for Duan Zhengchun... let him die.

After spending these days with Mo Fei, how could Li Qingluo not have a good impression of her junior brother who was as handsome as jade, superb in martial arts, and knowledgeable?

On the contrary, she often dreams and recalls how decisively Duan Zhengchun left, and how unwilling she was when she married Lao Wang...

Gradually, Murphy's shadow slowly appeared in her heart, and Duan Zhengchun's shadow slowly faded...

And last night, the exchange between the two parties and the skills of Mo Fei as a professional player could not make Mo Fei's importance in her heart soar.

Duan Zhengchun is already a very weak image.

"Senior sister!" Mo Fei's figure flashed slightly, crossed the distance, came behind Li Qingluo, hugged Li Qingluo's delicate body from behind, and said close to Li Qingluo's crystal-clear ear: "You are not here for others. You have to live for yourself! As long as you live happily, why should you care what others think of you? Their eyes are not important!"

By Mo Fei