Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 694: Let me hug you well
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Di Moxuan narrowed his eyes, naturally he could see Long Yunzhan's dislike.
He also understood the reason why Long Yunzhan didn't like him.
He didn't care much, and patted his palms: "Dear students, take a good rest today. Starting tomorrow, I will work with Yougui to formally train you."
After disbanding the students in the school, Emperor Moxuan walked out of the school.
He suppressed the warm smile from the bottom of his eyes, and looked around the corridor outside the school.
Just about to move his long legs, a figure stood in front of him.
"It's you?" Qiao Jin puts his hands around his chest and stands with his back against the wooden door of the school.
He squinted his eyes and looked at Emperor Mo Xuan.
Although I doubt in my heart, this Master Mo Zun is very likely to be Emperor Mo Xuan.
But without his personal confession, Qiao Jin always felt something was wrong.
For this reason, he stopped Di Moxuan.
Di Moxuan raised his eyebrows: "Qiao Jin, what do you think?"
Qiao Jin shook his head and looked serious: "I think it is you. If not, please stay away from Qingluo in the future."
"Why?"
Qiao Jin stared at Di Moxuan, his eyes fixed: "Because she belongs to someone else."
"Ha...hahaha..."
Di Mo Xuan couldn't help laughing when he heard the words.
That handsome face, like an evil god, smiles more and more evil, shocking the heavens.
He stretched out his hand and patted Qiao Jin's shoulder lightly with his big palm.
Immediately, he passed Qiao Jin and walked straight to the class committee room.
Qiao Jin stared at his back for a long time, retracted his gaze, and looked sideways at his patted shoulder.
Sure enough, it was him.
"What else are you looking at, let's go!" Suddenly, one hand grabbed a strand of Qiao Jin's ink hair and tugged it fiercely. "It's time to confirm it. The young couple has a private message to discuss. , Are you going to join in the fun?"
Qiao Jin was in pain, and clasped the slender wrist of the woman behind him tightly with his backhand: "Yan Xiaoyi, just talk, don't move!"
"Take hands and feet to you? Pooh! I don't want to spit out yesterday's dinner." Yan Xiaoyi shook off his hand and sneered, "What are you doing here? The squad leader is still there. Waiting for you."
After that, he turned around and entered the school.
Qiao Jin's eyes widened and his face was displeased: "Stop! You tell me why I made you feel like vomiting? We classmates for a few years, now you start to dislike me for looking ugly? Hey! You give me I stop!"
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Ye Qingluo was sitting in a soft chair, thinking about the purpose of Emperor Mo Xuan Yirong mixing into Shangxuan Academy.
Suddenly, my ears moved sensitively.
I heard the door of the class committee room being pushed open.
The familiar breath pours into the nose.
Ye Qingluo snorted and turned her head.
"Xiao Luoer." Di Moxuan stepped over, and when he stood still in front of Ye Qingluo, his body fell lazily.
Ye Qingluo just got up and avoided.
The man seemed to know her actions, and quickly grabbed her wrist.
The familiar scent of sandalwood immediately enveloped her.
The man's hot chest is tightly against her tender body.
Ye Qingluo's heart beat faster inexplicably.
The whole body is up and down, and it seems that because of the man's hug, the body temperature is gradually rising.
Ye Qingluo's body trembled slightly, reaching out to give in.
Di Moxuan has pressed her on the soft chair, his arms tightly wrapped around her delicate body.
Ye Qing left her whole person, almost completely wrapped in him.
"Don't move, let me hug you well."
The low and dull voice, with a charming and sultry meaning, little by little, the eardrums falling from Ye Qing penetrated into her heart.
Strong sandalwood fragrance, mixed with man's breath.
Ye Qing's eyelashes trembled, and the luster in her eyes gradually couldn't gather, and she looked slightly drowsy.
"Xiao Luoer, I miss you."
The simple words touched Ye Qingluo's heart again.