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For a moment, she thought she was in a dream.

How could she possibly see Mogawa?

Impossible, impossible!

She wanted to reach out and rub her eyes, but the next moment, she was tightly hugged in a warm and familiar embrace, and the clear and familiar breath came to her face, which belonged to the taste of Mochuan.

She breathed almost greedily, and wrapped her arms around his waist, his waist strong, and his arms tightened as she embraced her.

"Ning'er, Ning'er, I've been waiting for you here for a long, long time, and finally I've waited for you......" His voice sounded in her ears, with pain and love, his big hand stroked her smooth long hair, closed his eyes, and the joy of losing it overwhelmed his whole body.

The two men hugged each other tightly, and neither of them spoke again.

I don't know how long it took, he finally let go of his arms slowly, she raised her face in his arms, the faint moonlight shone on her beautiful and delicate face, her eyes were shining like spring mist and autumn moon, and her long eyelashes were moist with wetness.

She looked at him for a moment, looking at his familiar handsome face, eyebrows like distant mountains and beautiful waters, his eyes were farther than the deep night sky, and there was infinite affection in them, which made her deeply obsessed.

He lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.

At first, it was just a gentle, gentle touch, but then, he couldn't control himself.

His kiss began to grow hot and intense, and the heat burned through her lips to her heart, making her blush and heartbeat, unable to breathe, and unable to speak.

The two men breathed together, hugged each other, head to head, lips to lips.

Her arms wrapped around his neck, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, almost holding her in his arms.

The sky is hanging in the air, and the heart is fascinated.

She didn't turn her head when he kissed her, she was dazed, the arm around his neck slipped weakly, and her body softened.

Mo Chuan's arm wrapped around her, preventing her from sliding down.

He reluctantly took his lips off hers, his eyes fell on her face, and his heart suddenly tightened.

Her eyes were closed, and her lips were bright from the kiss, but her face was unusually pale, almost as white as snow, and he had never seen such a white look on her face.

Is she sick, or is she injured, is she sleeping, is she faint?

He wiped her nose and saw that she was breathing normally, but she was unconscious and lying limply in his arms.

It can't be that you are fainted by yourself, right?

As soon as Mo Chuan thought of this possibility, his face was hot.

He was indeed too enthusiastic just now, and the enthusiasm that came out of his heart burned his whole body, so that he didn't realize what he was doing, he was like a lion who had been imprisoned for a long time, suddenly broke through the cage, and then ran rampant and domineering.

The feeling of intoxication made his brain feel as if it was about to explode, and he couldn't care about anything.

He actually ignored her feelings.

He kissed her gently on the lips with pity, and he supported her soft body with his arms, so that she could sleep more comfortably in his arms.

He didn't know what she had been through in the past three days, he didn't dare to ask, but no matter what happened, he didn't care, as long as she was still in his arms, as long as she still had him in her heart, he didn't care about anything.