MTL - Ma’am, Your Little Dragon Cub is Four and a Half Years Old (Lady Is a Dragon)

  Chapter 17 Mo Yinhe: It's your sister-in-law!

  Si Mingjing cruelly broke open the man's imprisoned big hand, one finger at a time, each time a finger was opened, the man's brows became a bit dignified, as if accusing her of being ruthless...

  Finally, he broke free completely.

  Si Mingjing fled in despair.

  Just as she opened the door, Leaning against the wall outside the door, Ye Leng, who was chewing mints, looked at her: "Miss Si, how are you doing?"

   "He should be much better now, he's fine tonight, don't knock on my door again, or a handful of poison will kill you!"

  Si Mingjing's tone suddenly became very cruel.

  Yue Shen was stunned by the yelling, and his eyes fell on Si Mingjing's hot and flushed face, curiously: "Miss Si, why is your face so red?"

  Si Mingjing walked quickly, ignoring the night at all.

  Although the dragon's horn has been hidden, but after being touched by the man for a long time, his body is a little restless now.

  Damn it, she has to go back and take a cold shower!

   Sure enough, after the second development, the dragon horn cannot be touched!

  …

  The villa in the main building, the bedroom of Mo Yinhe.

   Ye Leng raised his hands high and swore: "Brother! I can swear it! I was in your bedroom from the beginning to the end! There has never been a woman! You must have a fever and be confused!"

  Mo Yinhe's high fever has not subsided, but his mind is already clear. He sat on the bed with a strong aura, drank two glasses of water to replenish the water lost in his body, and pointed to the tooth marks on his shoulder: "Did you bite?"

  Late at night: "..."

  Ye Leng held his forehead hard, is Miss Si crazy, she dared to bite his brother, and even bit her in such an ambiguous place, she was like a little strawberry!

  Afraid that Si Mingjing would be strangled to death by his own brother, he would never change his words late at night, and said bravely, "Brother, I didn't mean to bite you on purpose..."

   "It's your sister-in-law!"

   "Huh?" Before Ye Shen could finish speaking, she suddenly raised her black eyes.

  Mo Yinhe tightened her hand holding the water glass, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, saying in a firm voice, "There is the breath of your sister-in-law in the air."

  Late at night: "..."

  His brother really lost his mind!

  This is lovesickness...

   I'm afraid there is only the sour smell of his brother sweating in the air!

   "It's the dragon's hormone. Every time your sister-in-law is in love, this smell will come out." Mo Yinhe was thoughtful.

  Late at night: "..."

  Mo Yinhe suddenly disliked the existence of Ye Shen. He didn't know whether his brain was confused, or he had hallucinations due to longing. Anyway: "Go out, don't pollute the air."

  Late of the night: Damn, crit!

  Late at night, I can only warn myself not to be as knowledgeable as a terminally ill widow!

  Ten years of life and death are boundless, and it is difficult to forget each other without thinking.

   Ye Shen walked out with an ancient poem on his back and sighed.

  After Ye Leng left, Mo Yinhe was like a sculpture, thinking of nothing, just sitting quietly on the bed to empty his mind, repeating two movements, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...

  He is judging, is it a hallucination?

   Half an hour later, Mo Yinhe put on his slippers and went downstairs.

  The soles of those light blue slippers had long been worn out, but he was reluctant to throw them away and wore them every day.

  There is another pair of slippers placed under the bed, paired with the pair of blue slippers on his feet, but no one has worn them for a long time, but they are placed side by side with his slippers every day.

   It seems that there is a hostess in this room.

   After Mo Yinhe went downstairs, he went to the kitchen.

  The night lights outside the window reflected the length of the night, and also printed the reflection of Mo Yinhe standing in front of the kitchen counter, looking a little lonely.

  He was making supper alone in the kitchen, holding a cigarette between his two fingers, not smoking, just lighting it and letting it burn.

  He has come to a conclusion in his mind.

   She is back!

  (end of this chapter)