"How do you not get angry? Can you tell me okay? I don't want you to be angry. ”

She didn't know what to do, so she could only ask him in a stupid and straightforward way.

As long as he says how not to get angry, she does it, right?

Ye Sijue's big hand caressed her cheek and said again, "I'm not angry, I'm not angry with you. ”

"And who are you angry with?" Mo Xiaomeng caught the key point this time.

Ye Sijue just stared at her little face and didn't say anything.

"Chris?" She guessed.

Nightlord didn't want to say it.

Mo Xiaomeng was anxious, "What the hell is it?" Tell me! ”

She couldn't guess what he was thinking.

She didn't know what to do, she didn't know what to do.

At this time, Mo Xiaomeng hopes that he is as smart as Xiaoxiao, if he is Xiaoxiao, he must be able to guess it, right?

Ye Sijue's eyes turned red when he saw her in a hurry, and finally his heart relented.

"No, I'm mad at myself."

Mo Xiaomeng was stunned, obviously very puzzled, and asked in a daze, "Angry with yourself?" Why? Why are you mad at yourself? ”

Ye Sijue sighed, rubbed his fingertips against her delicate cheeks, and said a little helplessly, "Okay, don't ask, anyway, I'm not angry with you, I'm just angry with myself, I didn't lie to you, so don't worry." ”

"What......" so she will only be more worried and anxious!

Mo Xiaomeng felt that her brain cells were not enough.

He should have been mad at her.

Why would he be angry with himself?

"No, you must have lied to me, you were angry with me." Mo Xiaomeng knelt on the bed and hugged him anxiously.

She didn't know what to do, so she kissed him on the lips anxiously, hoping that this would soothe his anger.

Nightlord stared at her, suddenly grabbed her waist and pressed her to the bed.

His eyes were deep and dark, and he locked her eyes and said, "I'm angry with myself because I find that I seem to be in your heart, and I'm still not important enough......"

originally thought that he was just behind Mu Xiaoxiao.

But he just found out that he was even behind Chris.

Is there something he has not done enough?

Not good enough for her?

So that she is not trustworthy enough, not dependent enough?

Hearing this, Mo Xiaomeng was stunned, held his face and hurriedly said, "No, of course not!" You are important, no, you are the most important! ”

Ye Sijue suppressed his anger and said, "Then why do you listen to him so much, but you refuse to listen to me?" ”

"No, I'm just ......"

Mo Xiaomeng's mind was a little confused, but she still wanted to explain it to him.

His own heart, of course, is the most important thing for him.

However, Nightlord bowed his head and kissed her domineeringly.

Mo Xiaomeng couldn't speak, her eyes were red in a hurry, and her dark blue eyes were slightly red in the water, looking so pitiful, that people wanted to bully her.

Nightlord kissed her deeply, curling her tongue and entangled.

His hands lingered on her, too, caressing every area he was already familiar with.

The rise in body temperature is no longer just a kiss that can relieve the heat.

Mo Xiaomeng took off the mobile phone that fell on the bed, and didn't know when she was kicked to the ground.

The music started again.

However, at this time, Mo Xiaomeng had no time to take care of it, because Ye Sijue was pinching her waist against her, making her fall into emotion, whether it was in her eyes or in her head, there could only be him.