Questions sur les chansons d'amour

Chapitre 99

However, this feeling only flashed through Lin Ran's mind. She stared at Mo Yu like this, and although she wanted to greet him, she suddenly fell silent for some reason. Her heart started to pound, and her gaze remained fixed on him for a long time.

Uh, why is this dead fox dressed like this? It's weird...

Just as she was staring in a daze, the dead fox suddenly raised his head, smiled faintly at her, curled his lips, and reached out to her, "Come here."

Lin Ran suddenly realized what was happening and blushed. For some reason, she felt quite embarrassed and muttered to herself, trying to cover it up, "Why are you like this?" Are you crazy? Dressed like this, it makes people feel weird.

While complaining, he felt a little embarrassed and guilty, and slowly moved over.

Before she even reached the desk, Mo Yu suddenly reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her forcefully. Caught off guard, Lin Ran lost her balance and involuntarily rolled over, landing with a thud in someone's arms, sitting on their lap. Before she could even react, she was completely encircled.

"To lure you in," the dead fox chuckled.

"Hey, what... what are you doing?" Lin Ran didn't hear clearly, but was suddenly startled. She tried to break free but couldn't. The warm and refreshing body of the man behind her was pressed tightly against her. His unique masculine aura filled her body, making her very flustered. Without thinking, she quickly punched Mo Yu's arm and scolded, "Let me go."

Mo Yu chuckled softly, but hugged her even tighter, resting his head on her shoulder and whispering in her ear, "I won't let go."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly curled his tongue and took her earlobe into his mouth, licking it gently.

Lin Ran's body went limp. A very strange sensation, tingling and itchy, ran down her earlobe and suddenly spread throughout her body. Startled, she frantically turned her head to free her earlobe from the man's torment, hurriedly covering her ears with her hands. Her heart was pounding, and she glared at the man, stammering, "Damn it, damn it, Mo Yu, what are you doing?"

Mo Yu loosened the grip slightly, letting her turn halfway around. His gaze was fixed on her angry face, and he smiled happily. Suddenly, he stretched out a finger and stroked her lips back and forth, asking softly, "Girl, have you ever liked anyone?"

Chapter 217: Deciding to Like You

Lin Ran tried her best to ignore the strange feeling on her body, angrily slapped his hand away, pushed away the handsome face that was so close to her, and said angrily, "Of course not, why are you asking this?"

Hey, keep your distance, why are you acting so weird? Also, don't try to change the subject.

Mo Yu chuckled, looking quite satisfied. "From now on, you should have someone in your heart."

Lin Ran paused for a moment before asking, "Who?"

"Me." The voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable air of amusement.

Lin Ran was suddenly stunned. When she realized what Mo Yu was talking about, she almost jumped up. "Why?" Why should others control her affairs? Whether she likes someone or not, who she likes, it's all up to him! Who does he think he is? Humph!

"Silly girl, it's because I've decided to like you." A soft sigh suddenly escaped her lips.

Completely stunned, the girl hadn't even recovered when she was robbed of her ability to breathe and think. Only a subconscious thought lingered on her lips, wanting to protest, but she had no chance to speak it.

Uh, I... I'm not a silly girl, I'm the smartest and most clever Lin Qingyan...

...After an unknown amount of time, Qingyan felt as if the air in her lungs had been completely sucked out, almost to the point of explosion, before she was finally released. Her mind was blank, and she could only gasp for breath in the fox's arms. She could feel the fox's chest heaving rapidly, and low, joyful laughter rolled within her chest. The next second, before Qingyan could even catch her breath, it was suddenly taken away again. The feeling of her lungs exploding hadn't subsided when a fine, dense stream of air entered through his mouth. Qingyan instinctively inhaled desperately. He chuckled, and along with the air came a lazy, roguish long tongue, which skillfully entwined and moved within her mouth, brooking no refusal.

...

As dawn broke, the candlelight on the table had long since gone out. The faint light of day shone through the window lattice onto the two disheveled figures, and the clear chirping of birds filled the air.

Mo Yu finally sighed softly, reluctantly releasing the cherry lips of the person in his arms. He looked at the girl, whose eyes were slightly closed and whose consciousness was somewhat scattered. Her eyes were unfocused, her lips were slightly parted and swollen, and her clothes were half-open, revealing a glimpse of her budding skin even through her white undergarments.

His gaze suddenly deepened, his arm tightened abruptly, and after a long while he turned his gaze away, sighed deeply, shook his head self-deprecatingly, and with a smile, pulled Qingyan's clothes up, his gaze fixed on her, waiting with a smile for her to wake up.

With a loud bang, the two people were suddenly awakened.

Water droplets covered the doorway, along with an overturned dish and a face towel. Amidst this mess stood a young page, staring dumbfounded at the scene before him, stammering, unable to utter a word. Qingyan suddenly jumped out of Moyu's arms, her face flushing crimson. She heard an exaggerated low laugh fade into the distance on the rooftop, turning into a loud, maniacal laugh. For a moment, she felt as if she wanted to die.

It's forestry.

Only then did she realize what had happened.

Aaaaaaahh ...

"You may leave now," Mo Yu said, suppressing a laugh as he waved to the young page.

The young page nodded blankly, then turned and staggered away.

Chapter 218: The Frozen Figure

"Girl." A hand rested on her shoulder.

Qingyan suddenly jumped away, feeling extremely ashamed, angry, and embarrassed. She dared not look at Moyu's face or his gaze. She wanted to say something, but fell silent. She stamped her foot and turned to run away.

After running only two steps, my body felt light as someone picked me up, spun me around in the air, and I sat in someone's lap again.

Mo Yu reached out, lifted her chin, and forced her to look into his eyes. His eyes, clear and deep like the starry sky, held a half-smile, filled with something that made her heart flutter. He pecked her lips, pressed his forehead against hers, their noses touching, their breaths mingling. He chuckled softly, "Can you escape?"

Hmph, they just take advantage of their martial arts skills to bully me who has no martial arts skills.

Qingyan was furious, but for some reason she didn't dare to meet his gaze. She hurriedly lowered her head, glancing at Moyu's disheveled clothes. Her eyes accidentally glimpsed inside, and she panicked even more. She stammered, but still remembered to be stubborn, "I, why, why did I run away? There were handsome men to see, uh, so I looked."

Mo Yu paused for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter.

Qingyan punched him hard in the chest, then looked up to say something, but everything went black as his lips fell on hers again. Qingyan struggled desperately, but she couldn't move him at all.

This kiss was different from the previous ones. His lips were warm and soft, gently covering hers like a light cloud, tenderly licking, tracing, and savoring every sweetness, teasing and seducing her with all his might. Gradually, he broke down every bit of Qingyan's resistance, and she finally succumbed to it, feeling as if she were on a cloud, once again losing all sense of time.

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At the entrance of Zhongfangyuan.

It was nearly noon when a carriage finally arrived. The carriage itself looked quite ordinary, but only the person inside knew that its construction was anything but ordinary. The interior was exquisitely designed and extremely comfortable, and even when the horse was running at high speed, the ride was barely bumpy.

These things weren't surprising. What was strange was that the car had been parked at Zhongfang Garden for a long time, but no one got out. The man acting as the driver outside was a burly man with a cold expression and several shallow scars on his face. He stood far to the side, trying not to laugh, looking ready to slip away at any moment, as if he were on guard against something.

After waiting and waiting, the wounded man finally lost his patience, especially after being stared at strangely by passersby. The veins at the corner of his mouth were about to bulge. After much hesitation, he couldn't help but approach the carriage, tap on the side, and cough lightly. Once he had done that, he retreated again with a "whoosh."