Chapter 2333 Princess's Scheming Bitch Commander (93)

System: "Mmmm, come on."

He is busy embroidering chrysanthemums, and he looks at the book every day, but he has no time to embroider.

Bai Weiwei: "Always raise the favorability level, after all, time has begun to move."

Three months is not long, and the beginning of spring will leave the plane.

Li Mo's favorability is also very tenacious, there is no major fluctuation, and it has never risen.

System: "You can, just say that you like him and make sure to go up."

After Bai Weiwei heard this, her self-confidence soared.

Then she drank a few more drinks, completely unaware.

When Li Mo poured her wine, there was some unexplained intense heat in his eyes.

Finally, the fireworks slammed into the sky.

The attic was beautifully illuminated by the fireworks.

Bai Weiwei's eyes narrowed, her lips were gently ticked up, the atmosphere was romantic.

She came back to her senses and was about to say something.

But she was in a trance for a few times, she frowned, and her head started to feel dizzy.

If you drink too much, you will get drunk.

Bai Weiwei hurriedly stretched out her hand to support her cheek, her lips pursed unconsciously, and Fan Tuan's face was flushed with alcohol.

As cute and squeamish as Xiao Shou Tao.

Li Mo was holding the jug, his deep eyes were brighter than fireworks.

He took a deep breath, knowing that he was not being kind, but he wanted to get close to her for a long, long time.

Li Mo reached out and gently touched her cheek.

Dumbly whispered: "Awei, do you like Ali?"

Bai Weiwei was still thinking about her confession, and said lazily, "I like it, little Ali."

After she finished speaking, she laughed stupidly.

It seemed like he was joking, but Li Mo was stunned for a while.

It was not until the fireworks outside the attic were lit again that his handsome and unparalleled face was clearly reflected.

He smiled brightly, but there was a bit of moisture in his eyes.

Little Ali, it's been a long time since I heard her call him so casually.

"Why do I love you so much? It feels like I've known you for a long time."

The moon is so beautiful.

shared with you.

[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability rating is ninety-nine. 】

The fireworks passed, and the moonlight passed.

Bai Weiwei didn't even know when she would return to the Princess Mansion.

She opened her eyes dazedly, with a splitting headache.

Li Mo didn't think she was not pleasing to the eye for a long time, so take advantage of her drunkenness to punch and kick her out of anger.

She struggled to get up, and was about to get out of bed to wash her face when she was suddenly scared by a figure kneeling beside the bed and retracted her feet.

It turned out that Li Mo was kneeling beside the bed.

I don't know how long I have been kneeling.

He has long hair and a shawl, and his eyebrows have a bit of enchanting sophistication.

It seems to have grown overnight, and there are a few more mature and demonic features on his face.

When he saw her wake up, he was very calm: "Awei, I'm here to apologize."

Bai Weiwei looked at him blankly.

I suddenly remembered last night...

Bai Weiwei: "..."

Well, for her, the old driver, it's actually nothing hahaha.

But the next second, she heard the cold sound of the blade unsheathed.

Li Mo took out the knife and stuffed it into her hand.

"Awei, I offended you, you can kill me."

Bai Weiwei was holding the knife, speechless.

Then Li Mo closed his eyes and looked like he was being slaughtered by her.

Bai Weiwei was speechless for a while, then suddenly threw the knife on the ground, and said impatiently, "What are you doing, go get some water and wash my face."

Li Mo's eyelashes moved, and then he immediately opened his eyes and said with a smile, "Okay, Awei."

After speaking, he picked up the knife and went out.

When he was outside the door, he couldn't help but chuckle in a low voice.

She sure still likes him.

I hate him to die.

Li Mo smiled, his expression changed suddenly, he took out a handkerchief and pressed it on his lips, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

He stared blankly at the blood on the handkerchief, then tucked it into his cuff.