Yingluo's heartbeat quickened, and she pushed Mo Taiyun away, who was leaning forward. She took a few steps back and nervously leaned against the stone wall.
Mo Taiyun touched the soft lower lip where he had just kissed Yingluo with his finger. The tenderness in his eyes had not disappeared. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said ambiguously: "You used to sleep with me every day, lie in my arms, and bathe in the same pool. I never saw you so shy."
"You are so abnormal today, are you suffering from peach blossom epilepsy? Fortunately, I have an elixir that can help you calm down. If you calm down, you will not think I look good." Yingluo tremblingly took out a bottle of elixir from her arms and wanted to hand it to Mo Taiyun.
Mo Taiyun's expression froze and he slapped the pill out of Ying Luo's hand, "Are you looking for death again?"
Purpose: Origin is not important, choice is important