I didn't wear much on a summer night, and I felt my outer shirt being slowly peeled off.
Ji Wanrong frowned and struggled with all his strength.
She looked at his tight jawline and wanted to break away from Mo Jiecheng's arms: "Mo Jiecheng, do you know what you are doing now?! Let me go! Calm down!"
Ji Wanrong's vigorous struggle not only failed to make Mo Jiecheng let go of her, but instead tightened his grip on her wrist.
Mo Jiecheng clamped her wrist with one hand and pressed his knee against her calf. He easily immobilized her and seemed to ignore her words and resistance.
She struggled hard, and her half-undressed inner garment completely slipped down at this moment. When her white neck struggled to rise, a layer of light pink mist emerged.
His skin suddenly touched the air, and Ji Wanrong felt a chill on his shoulders. Feeling the changes in Mo Jiecheng's body, Ji Wanrong froze and trembled all over.
Mo Jiecheng just lowered his eyes to look at her, his eyes sliding down from her thin white neck, his deep eyes filled with endless meaning.
Not only her neck, but also the skin on her chest was filled with a layer of pink mist due to the struggle.
The bedroom was so quiet that only the heavy breathing of the two could be heard.
The dim candlelight swayed in the corner, and the dancing tongues of flames reflected in Mo Jiecheng's eyes. He tore Ji Wanrong's inner garment to pieces.
With only a thin piece of clothing left on his body, Ji Wanrong's breath hitched.
His eyes seemed to have hooks, which frightened Ji Wanrong. His unique fir fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose, and Ji Wanrong's whole body softened.
Her consciousness was a little blurry. Looking at the handsome face in front of her, she could only feel her heartbeat thumping in her chest.
"Rong'er, let's have a baby, okay?"
"You can't reconcile."
Mo Jiecheng's gentle words rang in her ears. His gentle words were filled with toughness and determination, as if he had held her whole life in the palm of his hand.
Ji Wanrong's consciousness suddenly pulled away from this moment.
She gritted her teeth and summoned a scalpel from space.
The metal handle touched the palm of his hand, making Ji Wanrong's right hand sink.
She held the scalpel in her right hand, her eyes sharpened suddenly, and the sharp blade scratched the back of Mo Jiecheng's hand.
Mo Jiecheng hissed in pain, and the blade touched his neck directly.
"Let me go, we have something to talk about."
The cold blade suddenly touched his skin. Mo Jiecheng's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes suddenly became playful.
He slowly straightened up and looked at Ji Wanrong at leisure.
Ji Wanrong's hair was messy at the moment, and the only piece of clothing he had left was in a miserable state.
Mo Jiecheng slowly straightened up, and she felt the hot body temperature withdraw in an instant, and Ji Wanrong's body trembled slightly.
His gaze seemed warm, like feathers, gently sweeping over her body.
Ji Wanrong naturally knew that what she looked like at the moment was not very good. Just thinking about it made her whole body feel hot.
"Don't look!"
She lowered her voice and yelled viciously: "If you look at me again, I'll dig out your eyeballs!"
Mo Jiecheng laughed softly, a muffled laugh that came from his chest. He glanced at the scalpel on his neck with his peripheral vision, and slowly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.
She stared at Mo Jiecheng warily, and then gave the order in a cold voice, "Hold your head with your hands and get up from my body. If you do anything weird to me again, I will make you cut off your descendants."
These four words "cut off descendants and exterminate descendants" hit the heart of Mo Jiecheng, and the weight was not light.
Seeing that Mo Jiecheng was about to do as he was told, Ji Wanrong's heart slowly calmed down like a drum.
But at the next moment, Mo Jiecheng touched the ground with lightning speed, rose into the air, took a step back, and his upper body was parallel to the ground.
Before Ji Wanrong could react, she felt a light movement in her hand. The scalpel that was originally in her hand had suddenly reached Mo Jiecheng's hand.
Ji Wanrong's heart suddenly shrank, and she slowly moved back a few steps, looking at him in horror.
"This sharp weapon is extremely sharp, cutting iron like clay. Even if it is a sword made by the army, it is not even one in ten thousand. Princess, where did you get this thing?"
Mo Jiecheng lowered his eyes to look at the scalpel, and then looked at Ji Wanrong with his dark eyes: "I once said that you are different from before."
His eyes seemed to know everything.
Ji Wanrong's heart suddenly shrank, and before she could speak, she saw Mo Jiecheng's hand flash and the strap of the small coat around his neck was suddenly broken.
There was a chill in front of her body, and Ji Wanrong hurriedly covered her chest, but she still couldn't stop the ejaculation.
"Are you willing to cut off your children and grandchildren?" Mo Jiecheng said, throwing the scalpel behind him and covering Ji Wanrong's body again.
Feeling his hot hand moving upward little by little, but unable to move under his body, Ji Wanrong's body trembled, and her gums almost burst with anger.
She has never been so aggrieved in her life!
She tried her best to pull the corner of her mouth, raised her neck, and kissed Mo Jicheng's lips.
The sudden warmth on his lips made Mo Jiecheng's whole body stiffen. He then pinched Ji Wanrong's chin from behind and deepened the kiss.
As Mo Jiecheng kissed her, he felt that his body was getting softer and softer, and even his breathing became weak.
His eyelids drooped downward uncontrollably. When he tried to open his eyes wide, what he saw was Ji Wanrong's curved eyebrows and the smile in his eyes.
The woman in front of him was like a banshee, as if she wanted to suck all his energy away.
After the last thought emerged from Mo Jiecheng's heart, he fell down uncontrollably.
Ji Wanrong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, put his hands on his chest, and pushed him hard.
Mo Jiecheng suddenly fell onto the soft couch.
Ji Wanrong struggled to pull out his clothes from under his body. After wearing them, he summoned Baian Pills from the space to relieve the medicinal properties of the sweat medicine.
This was her sudden idea, and she wanted to try if she could summon the medicine directly into her mouth, but she didn't expect to succeed.
Seeing Mo Jiecheng's eyes widened and staring at her motionless, Ji Wanrong smiled proudly, then immediately widened his eyes and stared back.
"What are you looking at? Do you know who is the boss now?"
After she said this, she wiped her mouth violently with her sleeve, looking very disgusted.
Mo Jiecheng tried his best to keep his eyes open. He stared at her disgusting actions and his eyes widened even more. He opened his mouth slightly and wanted to curse, but no words came out.
Like a disabled person.
He could only open his eyes wider.
Ji Wanrong finished wiping her mouth, but she still felt incomprehensible. From the corner of her eye, she saw the scalpel thrown by Mo Jiecheng on the ground.
He got off the bed in a hurry and picked up the scalpel.
Holding the knife in her right hand, she stared at Mo Jie and laughed angrily, "Have you ever heard of the saying, to cut the weed, you must remove the root?"
After Ji Wanrong said this, he walked towards Mojie City step by step.
The knife in her hand reflected the red light of the candle. Mo Jiecheng stared at the evil smile on her face, and his whole body shivered.
He looked at his lower body with fearful eyes, only to feel that it was cold underneath.
He was so scared that his hair stood on end.
"What...are you going to do! I'm warning you!" He used all his strength to say these words, his voice as thin as a mosquito.
