Dressed as a petite jerk

That night, Luo Qing fell asleep soundly, and the kind of sharpness and sense of crisis that had been trained as if she was born with it made her realize that the tiles on the roof were being trampled on.

The anger suddenly burst into flames.

——Who is the Mohist who came this time?

Is it over yet?Ok?

But she could only brace herself, got up in only her middle coat, and pinched a dagger in her sleeve robe.

The man hid behind the curtain, yawned and asked Xiao Qitong: Tell me!Who is it this time?

[Hmm...Master...] Xiao Qitongzi also seemed to have just been woken up, and he was a little sleepy when speaking: [It is... Mo Yingdi...]

Huh?Is he here?

Has he learned to fly over walls?

She regained her spirit: it's all right, you can go back to sleep.

[Okay, master... Take it easy and pay attention to your body! 】You still have to deal with eight more...

Luo Qingci: Got it!

As soon as she put away the dagger and came out from behind the curtain, she found that a layer of tiles in the middle of the room had been lifted, the moonlight shone down, and Emperor Mo Ying descended from the sky!

After possessing a small part of the ability of the main body, he landed lightly, and met Luo Qingci's smiling eyes: "Where did Deng Tuzi come from, breaking into Miss Ben's boudoir at night? Huh?"

"I'm here..." Mo Yingdi stepped forward and hugged his wife's slender waist, imprisoned her in his arms, lowered his head, and stared at her fieryly: "I'm here to pick flowers , is the girl afraid?"

Luo Qingci stretched out his hand and drew small circles on Mo Yingdi's chest: "Girl, I have never been afraid since I grew up."

"Young master... how do you want to pick it?"

"Lying down? Sitting? Or laying down? Huh?"

Mo Yingdi's eyes suddenly ignited a kind of extremely crazy and passionate fire...

He picked up Luo Qingci and hurried to the side of the bed.

With a wave of his hand, layers of curtains covered a pair of entangled figures inside...

I don't know how long it took, but the movement still stopped...

"You said you were pretending to be sick?"

"Pretending to be poisoned too deeply, you will die at any time?"

"They believe it?"

Luo Qingci leaned on Mo Yingdi's chest, was a little surprised, and then regained his composure: "I almost forgot that you are the actor, and your acting skills are top-notch. It shouldn't be a problem to deal with them."

"But...haha! Does this count as you against yourself?"

"So what?" Mo Yingdi said indifferently: "People, the biggest enemy is yourself, isn't it all about constantly destroying the bad self in order to become better, huh?"

"When I deal with them and educate them now, I also want to teach them how to be better and how to treat Qingqing better!"

Luo Qingci liked to hear these words, and she kissed Emperor Mo's face with a "baji": "I reward you with a sweet kiss!"

Mo Yingdi's eyes darkened, turned over and pressed her down: "Just one kiss is not enough, I want more..."

"Ah, why are you so fast and..."

"Who said I'm fast? I'm not fast at all, Qingqing, you deeply... deeply understand..."

The actor suddenly felt that it was not bad to be dragged into this small world.

His daughter-in-law still put him in the most important position.

He can eat whatever other avatars can't eat...

Well, it's very... pleasant...

……

The next day, Luo Qingci made a disguise for himself with fairy art, so as to cover up his tiredness brought about by a happy night, he came to the hall wearily, and together with Luo's father and Luo mother, welcomed the Mo family to come to hire.

She found a reason for herself. When she just woke up, she was still very sleepy, so she was placed half-lying on the soft top next to her by Luo's father and Luo's mother who doted on her so much...

So, when the Sixth Master Mo came in with Master Mo and Mrs. Mo, he saw Luo's father and Luo's mother sitting upright, but this Miss Luo was half lying there, as if she couldn't wake up.

He frowned slightly, feeling displeased in his heart: A good wife who is hard to find even with a lantern?Is this the one who can't even open his eyes?