Chapter 53:

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Qin Luo was suddenly carried by Mo, and before he resisted, a feeling of weightlessness struck, and then turned to the bed in his bedroom.
At the speed of Mo, Qin Luo couldn't adapt for a while. I was struggling to get up from the bed, but that moment was too fast, and Qin Luo made a soft foot. All he could do was stare weakly at Mo, and warn with his eyes that he had better converge.
Obviously he overestimated the ability to communicate non-verbally across species. Instead of receiving his warning, Mo Fei got closer and closer.
Mo placed Qin Luo on the bed, and xxoo, who was full of heart, had nowhere to relax. The man lying on the bed even looked at himself pitifully with a pair of watery eyes. Immediately, he felt that his blood was already hot, and instantly he was boiled by that look, and the whole person followed.
"Qin Luo ..." Mo's voice was deep and hoarse, containing strong affection.
Even if Qin Luo was a pure and innocent little white flower, he knew what this guy's eyes represented, not to mention that Mo was now stuck to him, how could he not feel the change of Mo's body. I immediately understood that my own chrysanthemum must be lost today. I want to be gentle with Mo, but I don't know what to say.
"Mo ..." Qin Luo finally squeezed out a word, his voice was weak and weak. But this sound made the last bit of reason of Mo also melt.
Mo bowed her head and kissed Qin Luo's lips gently. It was a depressing, careful kiss. The Buddha was kissed by him as a fragile thing, so he kissed softly and cautiously.
Qin Luo's heart softened immediately because of this kiss, and Mo carefully regretted it, but with a strong suppressed emotion. You just need to respond a little bit, and it will burn fiercely. He was like a charismatic paradox, unknowingly attracting his attention. Occasionally I depend on myself like a child, and I rely on myself like a man. I don't know when it will start, this guy has deeply rooted in his heart. It was only his tentative and careful temptation that made him soft and weak.
Seeing that Qin Luo didn't mean to resist, Mo gently extended the tip of his tongue to lick Qin Luo's plump lips. Supporting the body with one hand and pinching Qin Luo's jaw with one hand. Although Qin Luo didn't mean to dodge at all, this slump gave him a more secure sense of control.
Qin Luo looked up at Mo. This guy was too handsome. Although it was a little cold, the Buddha was a fire wrapped in ice. I have melted the ice outside, and it must be a fiery flame.
"Why look at me like this?" Mo Qing asked.
"You are full of charm. It should be liked by many people ..." Qin Luo's voice was very light.
"How do I listen like I'm talking about yourself ..." Mo's voice was a little dissatisfied. From the moment he knew Qin Luo, he felt that his popularity was exceptional. They all hated being wrapped in a quilt, and no one would show it.
Mo's other hand no longer supported the body, but he did not press gravity on Qin Luo. Qin Luo knew that it was a blood-floating peculiar ability. He did not expect that Mo could already float. Mo's hand slid in along the hem of Qin Luo's shirt, and walked along his delicate waist.
"Did you know? When that stinky fur ball slid into your clothes with tentacles, my mind was full of thoughts about pulling out its tentacles." Mo's voice was close to Qin Luo's ears.
"Really ..." Qin Luo's attention was completely torn by Mo's fingertips.
The discomfort caused by weightlessness gradually receded. Qin Luo swallowed his mouth, the fingertips of ink were slightly cold, and he swiped across the skin with an indescribable joy.
Mo chuckled "Qin Luo, you are nervous ..."
Qin Luo froze for a moment, then stared, "Which one is nervous ... whatever you want to do, there is so much nonsense."
Mo's hand suddenly reached Qin Luo's chest, as if sensing his heartbeat. But at the fingertips, the little red bean that was born on the left chest was gently flicked.
Qin Luo also lived in his thirties, but for such a thing that is not suitable for children, it can almost be said that ‘clean is like a blank piece of paper’. Although in the last days, he also ran into Gu Qingyang and Gu Jinglei to roll over the sheets several times, and was forced to watch the live spring palace show; but he was also limited to knowing some simple actions. As for what should be in the specific process, he was completely Little white one. Mo's actions at this time gave him a strange feeling in his body. Qin Luo bit her lip tightly, suppressing her voice to the lips, and wanted to stare at the guy who struck him, but looking at Mo's face with a smirk, Qin Luo blushed and tilted her head to the side. .
Mo immediately pinched Qin Luo's chin and turned him over. "I'm not nervous. Your heartbeat is fast."
Qin Luo was a little discouraged. This guy was obviously locked in the institute, how could he know more than that. Finally blushed and said, "Well, I'm very nervous ... Can we be slow today, we must give me some time to prepare for it. Or ... I can do it tomorrow ..."
Mo Qing pecked Qin Luo's lips. "Little liar, not only are you nervous, you want me to do more ... but rest assured, I will come slowly."
Qin Luo's face suddenly rose even more red, and his red lips slightly opened with a little surprise. He had a secret illusion in his mind, what Mo might do next. But only a little thought, how could this guy see it.
Mo's fingers slid from Qin Luo's lips to Qin Luo's lips, depicting his lips thinly. Then slowly slipped into his mouth, teasing Qin Luo's tongue gently, doing some kind of inward and out of the two.
Qin Luo was so bitter that he wanted to bite Mo's stubborn fingers, but he couldn't keep talking. Xu nibbled a few times with his teeth and licked it with the tip of his tongue.
The flame in the dark eye was even better, and the breath exhaled became more rapid. A faint rosy rose spread out and gradually filled the room.
Although Qin Luo was prepared this time, he still couldn't avoid smelling it. But relatively uncontrollable last time, his consciousness at this time was still sober.
Mo looked down at the water on the man's lips, and then bowed down again with a kiss. The tip of his tongue penetrated into Qin Luo's mouth, slicing across the inner wall, teasing Qin Luo's tongue, and then sucking and biting the tongue, slowly tame it. Qin Luo also struggled slightly from the beginning to later fully acknowledged that he was raging in the mouth, and the occasional response made the kiss more violent.
This kiss made Qin Luo, who finally recovered from the sequelae of weightlessness, again weak in hands and feet, unable to struggle to resist. There was some mist in his eyes, and Mo made him want to swallow him into his stomach.
Mo grabbed Qin Luo's hand with one hand and pressed it on his head. With just a few moves in the other hand, the shirt opened wide. Mo bowed his head and kissed Qin Luo's neck, biting a few kiss marks. On Qin Luo's fair skin, he looked more and more seductive.
Qin Luo's neck was extremely sensitive, so it was hard to suppress, and Humming out loud, trying to dodge.
How could Mo let him do the same, and the suppression also added a little bit of strength. When the kiss slipped to his chest, Mo shifted to the left, catching the pink that he rubbed in succession.
Qin Luo has never been treated like this, immediately exclaimed softly, and even instinctively wanted to use his knees to push away the ink that was pressed on his body. It is a pity that Mo was able to separate his legs so much that he just caught Qin Luo's thigh.
Qin Luo's mind was a little groggy, but he also knew that his move was stupid, and it was a slump that led the wolf into the room. And Mo was never distracted by him from beginning to end. The place where he bitten and bitten became more sensitive. The Buddha is connected to the keys on the lower abdomen. As long as Mo is involved, the lower abdomen will be trembled by a string following it.
"Qin Luo is so sensitive ..." Mo's voice smiled a little smugly.
"It's all sensitive to people ..." Qin Luo murmured blushingly, and a little uncertain.
Mo raised his head from Qin Luo's chest, he could clearly feel that the man was slightly relieved.
Mo raised his eyebrows and deliberately asked, "Where are people sensitive?"
Qin Luo was about to speak, and suddenly felt that this guy should be intentional, and he had to say the names of those restricted areas. Then he bit his lip and glared at him, and never spoke to him again.
Mo smiled badly, leaned down with a little punishment, turned to the red fruit on the right chest and bit his bite. Qin Luo really couldn't help humming, and his sweet nasal voice was filled with fiery passion.
Mo's right hand was down Qin Luo's waistline, and he crossed his thighs to cover his point. "Is it more sensitive here?"
Qin Luo wanted to cry without tears, who gave him back the child who would worry about getting up that morning and didn't know how to let it fade. Compared with this smirk guy, that child-like ink is much safer.
Seems to be aware of Qin Luo's thoughts, Mo stared at Qin Luo with some grievances, he took all the solutions that could be collected in his mind, and all of them came out. Why Qin Luo has not been entangled, at least he should proactively kiss him A few times. Isn't he working hard enough, and still want to get excited.
Mo's eyes darkened a bit, and Qin Luo felt a little uncomfortable. The man curled up one of his legs and moved his hands from the front to the back. Before he could talk more, he felt that the fabric of his trousers at the hip seemed to be delivered, and a few fingers penetrated in and touched the hip directly.
Qin Luo's body shook slightly because of the touch, and he was stupid and knew Mo's hand could not enter out of thin air. It must be that this guy scratched his pants with his nails. Can't help but murmur "You, why are you breaking my pants and panties?"
Mo's fingertips pierced into the place where he split and gently swept across Qin Luo's tight hips. Without answering, he again pointed out the sharp nails and pulled the opening all the way from the back to the front. Until Qin Luo's focus was all exposed to his sight, he stopped sliding.
Qin Luo's blush was almost burning, and now he was like a child in open crotch pants, his legs were wide apart. Mo's eyes stared fiercely at the exposed body, and the Buddha wanted to swallow him. He nervously wanted to close his legs, but Mo was stuck there, Qin Luo could only turn his head again, seeing nothing. But Qin Luo suddenly turned around the next second, because Mo's finger was drawing a circle somewhere behind him. Although there used to be only an exit, from the current situation, I am afraid that it will soon become an entrance.
Qin Luo's mind flashed again. The magnificent mark of Mo swallowed his mouth, and his voice trembled.
Mo Tie sniffed Qin Luo's chest and smiled. "I remember you took a shower before dinner."
Qin Luo bit his lip and didn't speak. At that time, he didn't know that Mo would really insist on doing it. He didn't wash the place.
Mo lowered his head and pecked Qin Luo's lips lightly. "Okay, meet your requirements."
As he was talking about Qin Luo's slump, he hugged him from the bed. Holding Qin Luo's naked buttocks in his hands, let his legs loop around his waist and walk to the bathroom step by step.
Qin Luo's front was rubbed by Mo's pants when he moved around, and he couldn't help but hummed again.
Mo squeezed a few times on his buttocks and laughed, "Don't just refresh yourself just because of this stimulation, or I will punish you."
Qin Luo gritted his teeth and said, "I have no problems with premature ejaculation."
Mo chuckled "That's good."
Then he hugged him tightly in the bathroom and began to put water in the bathtub. In order to save water, Mo only put one third of water this time. Qin Luo was stripped and put in.
Qin Luo hurriedly closed her legs while squatting in the bathtub while taking off her clothes. Mo quickly took off his clothes and went into the bathtub. Qin Luo lowered his head around his body and rubbed it slowly with his hands. Mo is very generous, slowly stretch out his limbs in the bathtub to allow himself to soak in as much water as possible. But in Qin Luo's opinion, the boy was waving his magnificent sign to himself. I also put my legs closer together and didn't want to compare with that person. I kept saying ‘non-human beings ca n’t be compared’.
Mo rubbed briefly and saw that Qin Luo was still scratching, so he squeezed the bath liquid on the bath flower, stood up Qin Luola, and gently rubbed on Qin Luo.
Qin Luo stood obediently, and allowed Mo to fill the bath with bubbles. Mo's hand used to be quite regular, but now he stays at his key parts and rubs endlessly. Qin Luo soon began to react, and his legs were gradually weakened. But he didn't want Mo to open his hands, but wanted him to exert more energy. This gently tickling strokes will only cause him to accumulate more eruption.
Mo Yan pressed Qin Luo's waist to press him against the wall of the bathroom. The cool and smooth wall surface made Qin Luo shake a few times. Mo's hand also slid from the front to the back, slowly drawing circles with foamy hands there.
Qin Luo felt his next move, instinctively struggling. At the moment he wanted to avoid, Mo's fingertips slipped in slightly. Qin Luo suddenly screamed and froze, and dared not move.
Mo Qing laughed loudly, Qin Luo's response was too cute, with a little expectation and fear.
Qin Luo felt that he was a man anyway, and no matter how shouted and shouted like a woman, he quickly bit his lip, but his body was tense, and the fingers of Merca there became more obvious.
Mo separated Qin Luo's legs and let him curl his waist. Qin Luo felt that this was too embarrassing and he never wanted to do it. However, Mo's height difference was placed there, and now he can't step on the ground. As long as his body slides down, his fingers where Moka's there will slowly push in with gravity.
Qin Luo had no choice but to clasp Mo's waist with his legs, but this way, the hips were completely separated, and the man's hands would no longer be blocked halfway.
But soon, Qin Luo discovered that his legs were full of foam, and it was not easy to surround Mo's waist. As his efforts gradually failed, Mo's finger slowly reached a terrible position. A slight tremor made him scream and breathlessly. He understood what was there, but was powerless to resist. I can only hold Mo's neck tightly, try to raise my body as much as possible, avoid falling by myself, and let that finger poke there again.
Mo teased the person hanging on himself like a koala. He seemed to forget that even if he didn't fall, he could easily touch it there.
Mo's fingers are increasing, Qin Luo has started to sob lowly, he is full of thoughts to let Mo hurry up to let him go, but that person just gives the last point hurry. It seems that Qin Luo can be relieved only a little bit at a time, but Mo can give it a little bit.
"Mo ... mo ... hurry ..." Qin Luo looked at Mo with tears in his eyes.
Mo Ren's forehead was tense, but he smirked, "Don't you say that makes me slower?"
Qin Luo's cry increased, and Qin Luo's neck scratched his face like a cat, begging.
Mo slowly lowered his head. "Make a contract with me ..."
Qin Luo gave an obedient hum, and now he has all the pictures in his mind that he wants to make xxoo, and he has no normal thinking at all. Even if Mo now says, "Let me eat you," he will nod obediently.
Mo's edible teeth slowly protruded, and gently bit down on Qin Luo's white neck.
Qin Luo looked like he had been injected with hyperactive drugs, raised his head high, and felt a little confused in his eyes.
In Mo's memory, there is an ancient mantra. As long as the blood of the sweetheart is obtained in this way and then combined with that person, the lives of the two will be completely connected. Mo Yinyin feels that he has unparalleled abilities, his life will also be surging, and human life is short, he does not want to lose Qin Luo. So he locked himself in with Qin Luo and lived and died together. If this ancient mantra can make his life nourish Qin Luo, then Qin Luo will also have a long life. If this ancient mantra cannot share his vitality with Qin Luo, at least when Qin Luo died, he will be taken away with him.
Mo pulled out of his finger and slowly combined himself with that person. There seemed to be a drop of blood, which stopped in the atrium as he sucked.
There was a white light flashing in front of Qin Luo's eyes. He was like a fish out of water, breathing the air eagerly. After the relief, he did not feel better, but the continuous friction in Mexico, once again let the desire gather quickly. His legs were wrapped around Mo's waist, his toes curled together. With the rhythm of Mo, the body kept tapping on the wall behind. He wanted Mo to slow down, but he couldn't even say a complete sentence, so he moaned Mo's name helplessly.
Mo listened to Qin Luo's call, and he worked harder on the rhythmic body. The Buddha wanted to melt himself into his body.
Qin Luo was finally unable to encircle Mo's waist, and Mo crossed his hands with Qin Luo's knees, holding him, and spreading his legs apart.
"Mo, Mo ..." Qin Luo's sobbing had already begged for mercy.
Mo knew he seemed a little unbearable, but at this moment he might pull out, and couldn't help kissing Qin Luo, swallowing his hoarse cry.
The moment Mo burst out, Qin Luo felt a slight shock in his space, as if there was a kind of force, and the space shook as it went straight into the space. At the same time, Qin Luo felt that the vent of the mysterious ink was infiltrating into his body, and eventually there was no overflow at all.
Qin Luo's eyes widened in surprise, and Mo Ze laughed softly in his ear while pressing his throat. "Your mouth is very greedy. Would you like to come again?"
Qin Luo was all pink with what he said, but he could only hang on Mo's body. Shuirun's eyes looked at Mo, silently begging him to let him go today.
Mo sighed lightly, holding Qin Luo for a brief cleaning, and hugged it back to the bed.
Qin Luo didn't want to move a finger anymore. Mo pity him for the first time. He gritted his teeth and patiently held him from behind, covering them with a quilt.
Qin Luo just closed her eyes and fell asleep.
Mo listened to the gentle breathing of the person next to the pillow, and squeezed his hands tightly around his waist. From today, their destiny will always be connected, and even death cannot be divided.
Qin Luo felt a force and pulled herself into space. This feeling is familiar and has been in the last days. It was because of his fission in space that a subspace was born. Qin Luo was a little surprised, because the generation of subspaces was not so fast. He couldn't help thinking of what ink had infused into him and absorbed by him. I can't help but stagger, before he only knew that it was a high protein that could make new humans; now he knows that this high protein can be directly converted into energy. If you think about it, high protein can be converted into energy, but no one can use it to absorb it before. Qin Luo couldn't help but think about how to do it again, would it be absorbed, followed by a black line in his forehead.
Qin Luo is very happy to have a child space in advance, which means that he can make some storage items for distribution to everyone. Although there are not many in the beginning and the child space will not be too big, it is more convenient than none. For example, he can give Liu Ye a subspace and let her store some food independently. Although the subspace is not like Qin Luo's existing parent space, it can completely freeze time and even be purified at a later stage. However, it still has much better anticorrosive function than the outside world.
Qin Luo sensed the increasing energy of the subspace, and figured out how many subspaces could be fissioned in the early morning tomorrow, and who should be made space storage first.
Someone who was immersed in the space world didn't feel it at all, and there was a guy who couldn't help it again. The irregular fingers also slowly walked along the curve of his body, and stopped gently somewhere, intending to do something without waking him.