Overlord, Love Me Tender Chapter 695: Three times and five times, tear the clothes forcibly

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Not the first time I heard him say that I missed her.

But every time, her heart suddenly accelerated and her cheeks were flushed.

This man... always touches her heart in the simplest way.

The anger in my heart for the naive things that Emperor Moxuan did in the school has long since disappeared.

But I couldn't help but complain, raised my fist and smashed him in the chest: "Think I'm still bullying me. I was just in the school, and the master's virtuous behavior is pretty exciting!"

But when this fist was about to fall on him, Ye Qingluo stopped.

She opened her five fingers and went straight to tear Di Mo Xuan's robe: "How is your injury?"

The master's robe is relatively loose, and with just a few pulls, a large area of ​​white skin is opened.

The injured place has healed, and there are no scars.

Ye Qingluo just breathed a sigh of relief. Before he could speak, his wrist was suddenly clasped by Emperor Moxuan's big palm.

She waved her hand, unable to break free.

I raised my eyes to look at Emperor Mo Xuan, but met a pair of eyes that flickered like fire.

His eyes are breathing fire.

The flames entangled her, seeming to burn everything about her.

The face that is so handsome as to look like a god, is deep and elegant, and has an extremely solemn expression.

Ye Qingluo was stunned by the fire in his eyes, and saw his seriousness and his body gradually stiffened.

"Little Luoer..."

He opened his mouth, murmured in a low voice.

Immediately, he lowered his eyes, stared at his half-open robe, and then raised his eyes to look at her.

Ye Qingluo's face flushed with a brush.

She pursed her pink lips, whistling her lips: "I...I don't have..."

"I forcibly tore my clothes over and over again, so Xiao Luo'er can't wait?" Di Mo Xuan's five fingers circled her thin wrists, smiling very purely.

But what he said, made Ye Qing's face flushed and speechless to refute.

"Xiao Luoer, don't you know that this kind of behavior and behavior is an invitation to a man?" Di Mo Xuan loved her blush so much.

I want to tease her more and more.

Seeing her blushing and shy because of her own words, her heart is full of satisfaction.

"Next time, if you tear my clothes again, don't blame me for fighting back..."

The words lingering in the ear like a magic sound made Ye Qingluo's body tremble like an electric shock.

In my mind, the subconscious mind actually filled the picture of Emperor Moxuan's counterattack.

Suddenly, her cheeks were red, and she buried her head in Di Moxuan's arms.

It's over!

She, a new human in the 21st century, was so blushing that she was molested by an ancient, speechless!

Don’t you just drive a "car"!

Her "racing racing" skills are also top-notch!

Though my heart thinks so.

But when he raised his head and smiled at God Mo Xuan's peach blossom eyes, the passion that was finally brewing died out in an instant.

Di Mo Xuan couldn't help but chuckled, his chest trembling, slightly undulating.

Ye Qing fell on his body, and the feeling of electric shock became stronger.

His slender fingers touched her blue silk: "These days, I have been thinking of you all the time."

His other arm, the arm that clasped Ye Qing's waist, tightened.

His strength is so great that he seems to be rubbing her into the blood.

Ye Qingluo was strangled a bit out of breath, and the smell of sandalwood on his body was in his nose.

She closed her eyes and listened to a strong heartbeat in her ears.

One hit, hit her eardrum, hit her heart.

Di Moxuan is not a man who likes to talk about love.

He is more inclined to use actions to express his thoughts.

I missed her once.

Said it a second time.

That's... I really miss her.