One of Yi Yiling's hands climbed up to his chest, and she tapped her finger on the small red fruit. She clearly saw Ji Yimo tremble all over, and then her finger slowly slid down and crawled over one of his...

This is a sensitive point, and of course I heard his increasingly heavier breathing and darker eyes.

"Okay!" He agreed to Ji Yimo's request almost without hesitation, but this sentence did not come from Yi Yiling's mouth. "Then, let's go get a room together!" Mu Chenluo said.

He went up and pulled Yi Yiling away, dragging him with his hands. If he didn't stop him, whatever happened next would definitely make him regret it.

Ji Yimo threw him away, gave Mu Chenluo a disgusted look, and rushed to the toilet as fast as flying, his roar still lingering in the air: "Damn it, don't you care about hygiene?"

"Hahaha..." Yi Yiling couldn't help but laugh loudly when she saw Ji Yimo running away.

Ji Yimo has a very serious mysophobia, which she had already experienced when she first met him.

Now that he is touched lightly by Mu Chenluo, he will have to take a bath for at least an hour.

Mu Chenluo looked a little embarrassed. Was he really that dirty? He subconsciously smelled his hands with his nose. It was strange. There was no strange smell. Could it be that...

"Xiao Ling, is my nose malfunctioning?" Mu Chenluo rubbed his nose with his hands until the originally fair nose was red and swollen, but the smell was still the same before he asked sheepishly.

Yi Yiling on the side.

Yi Yiling's smile that had just stopped was aroused by Mu Chenluo's meaningless words. She burst out laughing. Seeing his even more confused expression, she finally kindly gave her

Explained, "Luo, haven't you seen that Ji Yimo has a serious mysophobia?"

"Huh?" After listening to Yi Yiling's words, Mu Chenluo was stunned, and then nodded as if he understood something, "Yes, he should have homosexual mysophobia."

Yi Yiling shook her head again and said: "No, he is a mysophobia of any kind..." She recalled their first encounter, and she didn't see any such thing as a mysophobia in that dead man. Damn it, I guess she

It is the only immune body.

"Personal mysophobia?" A big question mark appeared on Mu Chenluo's forehead. He had never heard of such an unusual thing in the world.

As if she had thought of something, the smile on Yi Yiling's face stopped again, and she said hello to Mu Chenluo: "Luo, I'm going back to the room first." Then she turned around and slowly walked toward the exclusive man upstairs.

Go to her room.

Mu Chenluo nodded, watching Yi Yiling's back disappear at the end of the stairs, then turned around and sat on the sofa, and began to solve the work at hand. Dark Night was his and Xiaoling's hard work, so he

It must be run well.

As soon as he turned on the computer, he received a lot of data again. It seemed that he had to catch up with night work again tonight. Mu Chenluo was a little annoyed and kicked the coffee table hard. Then the coffee table tilted and was pushed away a lot.

Made some noise.

"Luo, good night..." Yi Yiling poked her head out from nowhere, and her gentle voice made Mu Chenluo's unhappiness disappear completely. He clicked his tongue, straightened the coffee table, took a sip of coffee, and raised the
Chapter completed!