Mu Xingfeng heard the scream and frowned slightly. He was dissatisfied with Han Moze's words and actions. He stepped forward a few steps and protected Han Ruoli behind him. He raised his eyes slightly, looked at Han Moze who was almost looking at him, and opened his thin lips slightly: "Whoever gets married tomorrow will let my woman be responsible for you?"

When Han Moze heard this, his dark green eyes, which were like stars, dimmed and became deep and heavy.

Yes, Mu Xingfeng said that tomorrow... he will marry another woman, but it is worth it to make his favorite Xiaoli not torture from the noon soul-breaking fan.

Mu Xingfeng narrowed his cold eyes slightly, and a trace of domineering flashed through his eyes. He opened his lips slightly, and a cold breath emanated from the inside out, "Who dares to touch my woman?"

When Han Moze heard the first four words, his dark green eyes that looked like magic were narrowed, and he looked at Mu Xingfeng's peerless and gorgeous face, and a cold voice said, "Your woman?"

The oppressive feeling emitted from the inside did not make Mu Xingfeng feel a little scared. After all, Mu Xingfeng also lived a life with a knife, so he had no sense of Han Moze's aura.

Mu Xingfeng did not answer, but just met Han Moze's pupils without showing any weakness. There was a cold smile on his lips. This almost invisible smile made people feel chilled.

The lilac eyes, as clear and dazzling as crystal, are like stars, but exudes a cold that is inconsistent with it;

The dark green, deep and heavy beautiful eyes, like a whirlpool with magic, exudes charm and also brings ice.

Two pairs of equally shocking charming pupils face each other, two unparalleled boys stand against each other, and the two different and same auras are compared, with no loss or no win or loss.

Although Han Ruoli could not see the two of them looking at each other behind Mu Xingfeng's tall and majestic body, she still felt a chill.

He poked his head carefully and saw the two of them looking at each other and curled their lips slightly: "That... you flirt slowly, and hope you can spark love. I won't bother you, go take a shower first..." After that, he ran into the bathroom as if he ran away.

After hearing Han Ruoli's words, the two quickly turned their heads, no longer "looking at each other affectionately", and looked disgusted.

After a few seconds, the bathroom door opened a small crack, and Han Ruoli smiled and said, "Also, who can you help me borrow a piece of clothing?"

"I'll go!"

"I'll go!"

Two voices sounded at the same time, and then, he looked at each other again without wanting to be behind, quickly turned aside and walked towards the door at the same time. When he reached the door, he was competing for whom to go out first.

No matter how you look at the action, it seems to have been trained! Otherwise, how could you have such a tacit understanding? It's like a divine synchronization!

Han Ruoli saw the two of them doing exactly the same movements, closed the door, and laughed "haha" without any image.

No matter how you look at these two people, they seem to have a grammar!

The silver bell-like laughter fell, and Han Ruoli fainted from the pain just now, and her face slowly calmed down.

No matter how painful it was in the past, she could hold on with her will, but this time, she fainted from the pain... It seems that she would definitely not be able to hold on three times...

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Chapter completed!