Mobson lifted Huang Ling's body and helped her take off the library and threw the bathtub.

Mobson's eyes are burning, like a torch, like a wolf, sweeping through Huang Ling's body, not missing an inch of skin.

His uniform breathing is beginning to change.

Huang Ling’s face was ruddy, and she leaned on his chest and muttered: “Mu brother...”

The voice, revealing a shy, heart-like green bark and tension.

"Huang Ling, it's good to be with you." Mobson smiled low.

Before he grew up, he went to work as a soldier. He was with a group of men all the year round. He was the first time to get in touch with a woman so close.

It turned out that it is such a peculiar thing to have a woman around to take care of herself and let myself be concerned.

Mobson likes Huang Ling, likes her to lean on him, let him have a kind, man’s sense of accomplishment,

Does Huang Ling feel that she is not happy?

After being born again, she thought she no longer had happiness. She thought she had changed her hand in Gu Yu’s hands.

Unexpectedly, in her life, there will be a Mobson, a man who cares for her everywhere.

She now knows that she was born again to love her brother.

"Gu Yu is very good at worry-free, you have to be like him, very good to me." Huang Ling said.

Mobson snorted. "I will do better than him. He is not gentle."

Mobson picked up the towel and helped her wipe her arm. "Huang Ling, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen."

Beautiful appearance, beautiful heart.

"Isn't Li Xinxin beautiful?" Huang Ling deliberately teased him: "Who was chasing Li Xinxin and chasing K?"

Mobson smashed her arm in her arm. "Who said that I was chasing Li Xinxin to K? I am trying to chase you!"

He bowed his head and said softly in her ear: "Huang Ling, I finally caught up with you."

This sultry and charming voice, heard Huang Ling heartstrings.

"If you catch up, you should cherish it. Don't temper the celestial things." Huang Ling took the shot of Mobson's chest with great enthusiasm. "Otherwise, you will not forgive you."

Mobson looked at her with a polite look: "Reassure, violent things will never happen to me."

Huang Ling smiled very proudly. "That's good."

Mobson looked at her and asked, "Do you think we have deep feelings?"

Huang Ling nodded: "Deep."

"Don't want to be deeper?"

"Who doesn't want to?" Huang Ling raised her eyebrows, and was she still afraid of deep feelings?

Mobson smiled and said, "Can we further develop?"

The words are very pure, but his eyes, his smile, make Huang Ling think impure.

She raised her eyebrows and her face was ruddy: "What do you say?"

This kind of she, looking in the eyes of Mobson, is lovely and beautiful.

Mobson looked at her tenderly: "Huang Ling, you are really beautiful."

"This time, more beautiful."

"The nozzle is smooth."

Mobson clenched her, and Huahua flashed and smiled. "No, it’s not a slick tongue. It’s my heart. Huang Ling, I won’t leave me in the future!”

Even if the man speaks sweetly, Huang Ling also loves to listen.

Who made this man her brother?

Huang Ling’s heart is sweet and sweet. “I never said that I would leave me. I have been relying on you for the rest of my life.”

"Well, this is your commitment to me. In this life, you must depend on me!" Mobson even tightened her.

They love each other and respect each other.