Chapter 1765 The Spirit Behind the Little Celestial Master (114)

It is true that she is afraid of the dark and ghosts.

Bai Weiwei huddled in his arms and wept softly, she said with a trembling voice: "Let's go, get out of here, I don't want to be here."

At the end of the words, there is a sense of coquettishness from the little daughter's family.

But Yu Moqian knew that she was not acting like a baby.

She was so afraid that she couldn't control herself, and as a result, the unique fragility of women was exposed.

Yu Moqian's ears were itchy from her voice, and his body also started to feel hot.

I finally know why, some men like the way girls cry.

She was helpless and could only hold him and cry.

So cute.

Yu Moqian showed a distorted smile, and he said, "I told you that your body is not good and your soul is not stable. If you go out without a good rest, you will meet many ghosts."

While trembling, Bai Weiwei said to the system: "Fuck him, he obviously let the ghost go."

System: "Well, it was indeed released by the male lead. I guess you will be followed by a bunch of ghosts to watch you wherever you go in the future. It's rare to see you so frightened. Although I really want to add insult to injury, but think about our relationship, I still gave up on the idea.”

Bai Weiwei: "I'm afraid, but if I'm scared to the extreme, I'll go crazy and attack ghosts. Do you think I can be so scared that I can only cry?"

When she's scared to the extreme, she won't cry.

She just gets mad.

There will even be various ideas of dying together.

So soft and weak, crying like a fool.

To coax Yu Moqian.

He put a bunch of ghosts to scare her.

Does she have the nerve not to cry?

Don't cry, there are more ghosts, believe it or not.

System: It forgets that the host is a werewolf, and can even use its own fear.

Yu Moqian hugged her, and found that she shrunk even more, her fingers grabbed his clothes tightly, and her nails were about to dug into his skin.

She was terrified.

Probably hate him too.

Bai Weiwei said tremblingly, "Yu Moqian, I'm not in good health, I want to rest, let's go."

Yu Moqian enjoys the fragile appearance of her dependence.

He smiled and said, "Then do you dare to go on a hunger strike in the future? If you don't eat, your health will be bad. Your health has always been bad... you will never be able to go out for the rest of your life."

This is the threat of Chiguoguo.

It's like hanging shameless on the top of your head and swaggering through the market.

Bai Weiwei froze for a while, then said in a muffled voice, "I'll eat, I'll listen to you."

Yu Moqian's expression was gentle, "That's right, keep listening to me, I won't hurt you, Weiwei."

This pervert is really perverted.

Yu Moqian walked forward with her in his arms.

All the ghosts flinched and backed away, making way for Yu Moqian.

A door appeared out of nowhere from the darkness.

Yu Mo moved in, it was still the same room as before.

He put Bai Weiwei on the chair, and steaming food was placed on the table at some point.

He fed her some boiled white porridge, his movements were unhurried and patient.

Bai Weiwei was so frightened by those ghosts just now that she lost her appetite.

But thinking of Yu Moqian, he was probably holding his breath and wanted to torture her.

She silently drank the porridge.

When she was 80% full, Yu Moqian estimated that it was about the same, and took a handkerchief to wipe her mouth.

Her lips are a little pink, fragile and delicate.

When he rubbed his fingertips, he felt the softness and captivating.

Bai Weiwei's eyelashes twitched, she raised her eyes to look at him a little puzzled, her dark eyes were as clear as springs.

The appearance of the girl is greener than the peaches on the branches of March, but it has the pinkness of peach blossoms, which is delicious.

Yu Moqian paused and looked at her stupidly.

Bai Weiwei felt that there was something wrong with his eyes, she frowned, and stretched out her hand to pat his fingers away.

"I'm tired, Yu Moqian."

She didn't give him any good looks.

Yu Moqian casually withdrew his hand, then gently put his hand to his lips and sniffed.

This movement is very elegant, but very perverted.

A smile appeared in his blood-colored pupils.

"Well, I'm tired too, let's rest together."

Bai Weiwei's face turned pale, how could she not understand his blatant hint.

Before she could escape, she was already in Yu Moqian's arms.

He hugged her and walked over to the bed.

Bai Weiwei finally knew how to struggle, "Yu Moqian, you are crazy, aren't you afraid of wilting? You were like that last night and still have kidney deficiency?"

Yu Moqian pressed her onto the quilt, his movements were strong and tender.

His fingers touched her face, and his tone finally became low and hoarse.

"Vivi, give me a child, please."