Jiu Ye, your little ancestor doesn't want to take responsibility

Mu Fucheng didn't expect that even though he had already caught this guy, he still wanted to do something in Jinzun.

The main reason is that both of them are too busy. Needless to say, An Nansheng has a lot of things to do at the end of the year and has social engagements every day.

He was also busy. Before, Gong Yanzhi had been helping to keep an eye on Qixia Bay in secret. Now that he was back, he naturally had to go and take a look in person.

So, let alone talking about love, they rarely even have the chance to meet in person.

They happened to be in Jinzun today, and he brought her in and didn't want to let her go back.

"Nannan, can we stay here tonight?"

The man's warm breath was right next to her ears, and An Nansheng's body felt numb.

"Okay." She said.

Mu Fucheng had already been sterilized for her, so what else did she have to worry about?

What’s the point of love between adult men and women if they don’t have sex?

Mu Fucheng's breathing immediately became heavy, and his hot lips found hers.

Mu Fucheng like this is completely different from his usual Mu Fucheng. His eyes are filled with lust and he is extremely sexy.

He made no secret of his obsession and madness towards her, and every kiss was full of possession.

But today this cheongsam seemed to be deliberately against him, and the buttons were too difficult to unfasten.

When a kiss would have done the trick, he had to stop and concentrate on wrestling with the damn button.

"Be good, let's not wear cheongsams next time."

I flirted with him all night, but when the time came, I couldn't unbutton him.

An Nansheng couldn't stop laughing.

Mu Fucheng bit her lips lightly: "Don't laugh."

An Nansheng climbed out of his arms and took off her necklace first. Then, with a few scallion-white fingers, the clasp broke open with a light poke.

A hint of white neck was revealed.

Mu Fucheng's pupils trembled slightly.

An Nansheng got out of bed: "Master Jiu, I'd better take off my makeup first."

Mu Fucheng could only watch her go to the bathroom, and soon the sound of running water could be heard from inside.

An Nansheng took off her makeup and took a shower.

Mu Fucheng came out wrapped in a bath towel. He had already taken a shower and his hair was wet and messy.

He walked over with his head rubbed, full of wildness and power.

A familiar scene flashed through An Nansheng's mind, but before she could grasp it, Mu Fucheng had already thrown away the towel and walked over, directly picking her up.

An Nansheng had no time to think about anything else, the two of them couldn't wait to kiss each other.

This was her first time doing it with someone with the lights on. In front of Mu Fucheng, she was bold and shy.

It was two hours later when the passion in the room finally died down.

Mu Fucheng called someone to change the bed sheets, then carried An Nansheng to the bathroom.

The two of them lay in the large bathtub, and An Nansheng's fingers gently slid across his arm.

The tingling and numb feeling made Mu Fucheng feel distracted again.

The arm around that soft waist suddenly tightened, and Mu Fucheng's voice fell silent again:

“Don’t be naughty.”

An Nansheng's eyes fell on his arm, and his brows knitted slightly:

"Master Jiu, when did you get injured on your arm?"

Mu Fucheng has been a thief so many times that his nerves are very sharp.

He instantly thought of the last time they were in this room, when they were making love and An Nansheng had touched his scar.

In just two seconds, Mu Fucheng's mind flashed with many thoughts.

Do you want to just confess now?

What if my daughter gets angry?

When Mu Fucheng thought that An Nansheng might be angry, he backed down again.

He finally managed to hold the person in his arms, and he really didn't want to ruin the atmosphere at the moment.

"It's the injury I got when I faked my death." He pointed to his shoulder: "This bullet hole is from when I saved my son last time."