MTL - Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort-Chapter 682 She remembered

No clothes ...

With this thought in his mind, Mu Ziling involuntarily pulled out a hand around Long Xiaoyu's waist, then shook his fingertips, gently touched his own back, slim waist ...

All the way down, smooth and delicate.

What this touch says is self-evident.

All of a sudden, Mu Ziling's fingers on her legs trembled even more.

She slowly raised her head, facing the stare eyes of Shanglong Xiaoyu's evil charm, and the wispy under the eyes filled with ambiguous playfulness.

Looking at him as bad as evil, Mu Ziling not only shook his hands, but the voice of his mouth seemed to be mixed with electric sounds, without a tone: "You, you ... I ... I ... "

"What's wrong?" Long Xiaoyu blinked lightly, and there was a touching soft light in the stare eyes of the blank and reasoned: "If you like to be so frank and relatively hugged, then I will suffer a little, and I will let you hug you , No interest-- "

The last "done" sound hadn't settled yet. The little woman stuck to him seemed to realize something, and suddenly hit a spirit, quickly retracted his hands from his waist, and then slammed into the tub and splashed. A large splash.

Immediately afterwards, she seemed to burst out the full-bodied fright, and moved her lips, pulled her throat, and yelled in fright.

This would make her cry, and the roof had to be overturned.

Long Xiaoyu leaned down quickly, reached out and clasped her head, blocked her mouth accurately, and swallowed all the exclamation sounds in her mouth.

Mu Ziling, who could not be screamed, made a muffled sound in his mouth.

She had already blushed, a pair of little hands that had no place to rest, and sometimes patted the water, sometimes pushing Domineering Long Xiaoyu who took her breath.

She struggled and he kissed.

Just then, there was a banging knock outside the door.

"Brother, is Xiao Lingzi better? Did she wake up?" Qing Ling's voice of concern came in with the knock on the door.

Hearing the voice of Qing Ling outside the door, Mu Zi's eyes widened slyly, let alone struggling with the water, and the atmosphere didn't dare to spit out. The whole person seemed to be clicked into the acupoint, and didn't dare to move.

It seems that because he couldn't hear a little movement inside, but felt that the sense of danger emanating from the room was so strong, Qing Ling stunned the gods, and suddenly didn't have the courage to stay.

So she quickly dropped a sentence: "I cooked the **** soup and put it outside the door. If the little spirit is awake, give her a drink while it's still hot, to warm her body ..."

The words didn't end, the Qingling people had already left like a chicken.

The Qing Ling outside the door had not been running for a long time, and Mu Ziling was still stiff and did not dare to move. It was not until she heard a wet, slippery and soft feeling that belonged to her, and she woke up again.

While Long Xiaoyu's kiss was forgotten, Mu Ziling suddenly raised his hand and pushed him away.

"You, you gangster, give me ... No, you give me out!" She stared at him with three points of anger and shyness, and her voice became incoherent.

Although this demon who was so bad in her bones had done the same thing to her before, but it was all under the condition that she was not awake. Even if she knew it afterwards, it could be treated as ignorance, which could not be felt anyway.

But now, she was sober, and wanted her to be so awake and face him so indifferently ... that was really creepy.

The main thing is that putting such a demon in the same room, she was afraid that in the end it would not be that he would not be able to sink, but that she would be unable to hold it and fling him.

Thinking of this, Mu Ziling's ears were all hot, and she felt a dense, hot feeling.

In order to conceal his uncomfortableness, Mu Ziling buried in the water again, and finally held his breath, exposing only a pair of eyes that required more alert and more alertness, staring at Dragon Xiaoyu.

Who knows, the latter didn't seem to see her wary eyes, and saw that he was doing what was the most normal thing, but he faced her in front of him and stretched out his hand in the bathtub.

What does he want to do?

Opening a certain evil hand, Mu Ziling blinked, then blinked, and opened his mouth to stop it, but with a grunt, he drowned directly in his mouth.

She was suffocating in the water, but now she was suffocating again. Mu Ziling was so uncomfortable that her tears were about to burst out, but she still held on, and didn't dare to get up.

"I explore the water temperature ..." Long Xiaoyu explained for himself very gentleman, and then looked at Mu Ziling with a smile, and said meaningfully: "It's you little gangster, it seems that there are other ideas ? "

At this time, Mu Ziling's face was already red with a familiar apple color. I didn't know if she was shy or shy. She didn't want to get up and talk, she could only wink.

The small eyes of Shui Lingling fluttered in the direction of the door, which meant that it was not obvious.

Where can I bear to see her so uncomfortable?

"Good, get up, if you're shy, I'll go out ..." Long Xiaoyu took a deep look at the little woman who kept glaring at himself, then went out "obediently".

As soon as Long Xiaoyu left, Mu Ziling wasn't sure if he had really left, so he couldn't hold back anymore. He got up from the water, spit out water and gasped.

After a while of panting, Mu Ziling seemed to be alive again, then went into the water, walked to the hanger, and took off the clean clothes.

Where do I know, at the moment she reached for her clothes, I suddenly felt a pair of straight eyes behind her staring at her.

Mu Ziling held his clothes for a while, then turned his head.

Behind him, Long Xiaoyu had come in with Jiang Tang, and he was lazily leaning against the screen, waiting for a while, staring.

The four eyes are opposite.

Like a frightened kitten, his eyes were round and his hair was exploding.

One stared straight, his eyes were straight.

Mu Ziling, who first reacted, gritted his teeth and spit out a "color embryo", and then he didn't want to, he took the clothes on the hanger and threw it at the face of Long Xiaoyu's head, throwing it over his face, covering his pair.痞 Bad 痞 Bad eyes.

Fearing that the **** soup in his hand was overturned, when Mu Ziling threw his clothes over, Long Xiaoyu responded very quickly and set the bowl in his hand on the table.

After throwing the clothes, Mu Ziling immediately regretted it.

simply! You can't throw clothes without throwing anything.

What is she wearing now?

Mu Ziling scolded her brain, and she was sullen and ran back to the tub again.

At the same time, Long Xiaoyu strode over and stopped her.

He hugged her with the clothes she threw, like helplessness, and sighed softly: "My stupidity, I should have seen everything, and I have seen it again ..."

"You!" Mu Ziling was annoyed for a while, anxious to find a place to drill into.

Long Xiaoyu, holding her soft and delicate body, did not have extravagant acts. He only closed her eyes secretly, and then stuffed her clothes into her arms again. She calmly said, "Put your clothes on and wait for a while. It's cold. "

After that, Mu Ziling didn't wait for his voice to come out, he quickly let go of her and stepped out of the screen without squinting.

Long Xiaoyu just stepped out of the screen and did not go out.

Mu Ziling knew that the evildoers couldn't get out, and he went on fighting with him, and it was himself who suffered.

As a result, Mu Ziling, who was shocked and lost once and twice, lifted his eyes and moved quickly and quickly to put on his clothes.

After dressing, Mu Ziling breathed a sigh of relief.

She swears this is definitely the second time in her life that she has worn clothes for the first time in history.

Mu Ziling adjusted his mood and stepped out of the screen.

Long Xiaoyu held her warm **** soup and greeted her, "Come here and drink **** soup."

Mu Ziling walked obediently, and at the same time wondered a little.

I don't know if it was her illusion. Just now she seemed to look at her from Long Xiaoyu's eyes and caught a gloom.

Resentful and melancholy, it was as if she had deprived him of the right to eat delicious food.

Except for a bowl of **** soup, there is no food here?

Thinking so wildly, Mu Ziling, who had sat down and scooped a spoonful of **** soup to be delivered to his mouth, put the spoon back into the bowl, and then pushed the bowl in front of Long Xiaoyu generously: "Here you."

Long Xiaoyu, who did not know Mu Ziling's reverse mind, only stood up to her when she asked him to feed him, sipped the soup, tried the temperature, and then passed it to her mouth: "No Hot, drink hot. "

"..." Mu Ziling blinked confusedly, but couldn't refuse the spoon near his mouth.

Bite after bite.

Mu Ziling, who had been in the hot bath for a long time, warmed the **** soup into her abdomen, and her body and mind suddenly warmed up.

"I don't want to drink it." Jiang Tang's mouth tasted a bit punchy. After drinking it for half a bowl, Mu Ziling frowned and shook his head again. He said, "... the rest you drink."

Long Xiaoyu never thought about drinking this red nose and it was difficult to drink, but thought that it was the rest of his family's Mumu drink, and it was the sweetest if it was difficult to drink.

So he held up the bowl and drank nothing.

Seeing this, Mu Ziling suddenly reached a conclusion in his heart: It turns out that the evil spirit is not unreasonable. He likes to drink **** soup more than he ... she remembers.

Long Xiaoyu saw Mu Ziling's eyes turning slowly, and seemed to be thinking about something again. He raised his hand and gently bounced her back to reality: "Where did these two days go, eh How did you get the bruised buns? "

He didn't care much about where she went, as long as she came back safely.

But she came back with an injury, so that's all it took, she actually slept outside the frozen door, which made Long Xiaoyu angry and distressed.

After hearing the words, Mu Ziling's faint smile floating in the corner of his mouth gradually converged, and he tightened his sleeves subconsciously, as if he didn't know how to speak.

Wherever she went, she could know everything about him, but she was hurt when she met Ouyang Feiyu ... if she could not even think about it, let alone talk about it.

Detecting her little strangeness, Long Xiaoyu was patient, and gently said "Huh?" Then she waited ...