Suddenly, Jiu Ci pulled Mo You close to the bed, hugged her gently from behind, and his well-joined hands tightly wrapped around Mo You's waist.

Mo You opened his cold eyes, "Nine Halls, there are differences between men and women, please respect yourself."

"It's okay, I just don't treat you as a woman." Jiu Ci's cheeks were red and steaming, his hands and feet were trembling, and there was only a buzzing sound and a blank in his mind.

"I still have something to do, it's time to go." Mo You's calm look was not that of a girl of this age. She was about to sit up when she lifted the quilt, and Jiu Ci hugged her hard, not giving Mo You room to get up.

Mo You closed his eyes and became slightly angry: "Mo Jiuci, I..."

Jiu Ci interrupted her: "Are you happy that you are being hugged by the most handsome man in the world?"

Mo You couldn't resist Jiu Ci's shamelessness, and he was very tired after not having a good rest in the past ten days. After calming down, he fell asleep.

The man holding her behind her was like a little thief who had eaten delicious food, almost covering his mouth and bursting into laughter.

It was already evening when Mo You woke up, and the afterglow was streaming in through the window lattice. Mo You looked down and saw that the hands were still around her waist.

"Nine Halls." Moyou said softly.

Jiu Ci opened his eyes, feeling the softness in his arms, and his heart trembled and jumped again.

"The wind is blowing." Moyou looked out the window, at the setting sun, the wisp of wind blowing across Mingyuan Villa.

"Is the wind blowing?" Jiuci was confused.

"The wind has no emotions. It has only one direction and keeps moving forward without stopping for trees or swallows on the way." Moyou said meaningfully.

"What is the end of the wind?"

"It's death." Mo You moved in Jiu Ci's arms, changed direction, and looked directly into Jiu Ci's eyes: "What she wants in life is death, just like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, death is her cocoon."

Jiu Ci looked at the face in front of him. The girl had picturesque eyebrows, delicate facial features, and black hair draped on the bed. Even in his arms, there was no trace of human fireworks.

For a moment, Jiu Ci even thought that the sweetheart in front of him did not belong to this land.

He hugged her hard, but she was as misty as the wind and would escape from his arms at any time and never look back.

"It's full of bad luck. Don't say such depressing words at such a young age." Jiu Ci pinched Mo You's face, rounded it and flattened it, but Mo You still had no expression.

"Smile for me." Jiuci frowned and said in a deep voice.

Mo You said nothing and looked at him with eyes that Jiu Ci couldn't understand.

Jiu Ci's heart began to feel agitated, so Mo Youhu held Jiu Ci's face and kissed the man's brow.

"Jiudian, you are not my lover, and I will not be a virtuous wife. If I grow up in the future, the wind will come to an end." Every time Mo You said a word, Jiu Ci's heart would beat accordingly.

A burst of unknown fire rushed into the skull, Jiu Ci held Mo You in his arms, his chin resting on Mo You's head: "No way..."

Moyou chuckled: "I don't love you."

Four simple words, it hurts more than a needle stick.

Jiuci refused to let go and said stubbornly: "Are you playing hard to get?"

Moyou was silent.

The girl in his arms was silent for a long time. Jiu Ci looked down and saw that Mo You had closed her eyes to rest.

Jiu Ci's eyes were reserved, and he frowned slightly, feeling slightly confused.

Since you don't love him, why did you go to the east attic to pick up the red gauze he gave you?
Chapter completed!