"Well, of course not!" Bai Weiwei immediately grinned and smiled, and replied casually. She turned around and unfolded the paper that had just begun to write "The Story of Peach Blossom Spring". She held the pen and dipped ink and wrote it unevenly and unevenly.
"There is only this one left. I will finish writing this for him today. If Mo Ling comes again one day, I will give it to him and return it to him and tell him clearly, I have no intention of making friends with him, okay?"
"Are you serious?" Mo Qianxun felt incredible: "Are you really willing to break off diplomatic relations with him?"
"Of course I took it seriously!" Bai Weiwei shook her sleeves and turned her head to smile considerately: "If you don't like me, I will not interact with him. How can I bear to abandon my husband for the sake of outsiders?"
"Well! Good wife!" Mo Qianxun focused his head in admiration, pinched her casually combed hair, "I believe in you! Huh, it's not just for him. In my heart, I want to hide you and keep all men away from you."
Bai Wei smiled and said, "Ha! You naturally know that since I married here, I have lived in simplicity and rarely come into contact with men other than you! You, this is called "no worries"!"
The ones I saw some time ago were just friends and passers-by, and I’m afraid I’d forgotten her long ago.
Mo Qianxun's eyes turned, and the light was shining: "Well, our family is all girls, and we can't do tiring work. I have already told the villager Wen Tai to carry you water after I leave tomorrow, so I will have more contact in the future. You'd better not say too much to him, otherwise I will be unhappy."
Bai Weiwei was so amazed and cried, and stroked the forehead. Is this what the man was jealous? He hadn't met Wen Tai before, so he was worried.
So he stopped writing and turned his head to tease him deliberately: "It seems that Wentai should be good! It makes you so worried! Well, I have to pay attention to him. By the way, does he have a wife?"
Mo Qianxun was really anxious, his thin lips pouted slightly: "You, why are you paying attention to him? He is just a little boy who is no bigger than you, very childish! Don't have much contact with him," He walked down and moved behind Bai Weiwei, stretched his arms to her slender waist, and his chin was intimately supported on her shoulders, his mouth opened and closed, and the warm male breath was mixed with the fragrance of grass and trees and the shallow ink fragrance blew towards her ears, which smelled better than Gulong perfume. "My wife is so beautiful and kind, I don't want other men to see. Others are good, but I don't like to contact him much. You just said that you can't abandon your own for outsiders... your husband ignored it-"
Bai Weiwei burst out laughing, leaned against his chest and turned her head. Her ears brushed past Mo Qianxun's soft thin lips. She was about to speak, but his ears suddenly opened their mouths and held them in his mouth. The wet and hot touch made Bai Weiwei stern all over her body, and then she felt a little numbness that was produced from her ears became more and more intense and spread from top to bottom to her waist... It turns out that the words "Ears are the sensitive areas of women" are true.
This feeling of touch made Bai Weiwei dare not move around, and she moved her lips stiffly and said, "You are just worrying about being too much. I pay attention to him, so I see if he is good, but it is not what you think. Have you forgotten that there are two young girls in our family who are as beautiful as flowers and jade that have never been married?"