The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

Mo Qibai raised his eyebrows and looked at her seriously.

Luo Liyan felt a little guilty for no apparent reason. She blinked and turned her gaze aside.

"But my foundation is so bad, maybe Teacher Qibai you will lose money on this investment."

"No!" Mo Qibai narrowed his deep eyes, "I can always earn what I want."

Since she wants to pretend to be confused while pretending to understand, then I should let her hide for a while longer.

Anyway, she is the only person I have ever admired.

If it’s not today, it’s tomorrow, if it’s not this month, it’s next month.

One day she will be completely her own.

*****

Because of Mo Qibai's supervision, Luo Liyan wrote the article very quickly this time, and in the afternoon he directly uploaded 1,000 words to Yingdian.

After a month of training, Mo Qibai's hand was completely healed. The two of them went straight back to the study after taking a walk in the evening.

Mo Qibai installed a screen-locking coding software on Luo Liyan's computer, and then locked the two of them into the same spelling room.

Luo Liyan was still snapping at the beginning, but after a while, she came to her senses, holding her head up and looking at Mo Qibai's slightly wrinkled, sometimes serious look.

The slender fingers, with clear joints and strong strength, flew quickly on the keyboard.

Like a jumping elf.

What a beautiful face!

Luo Liyan watched with some obsession, feeling like she was in an idol drama now.

Her little paw sneaked to the side of the phone, pointed the camera at the man who was working seriously, and she directly pressed the shutter button.

The crisp sound of shooting instantly exposed her nymphomaniac behavior.

Luo Liyan's face turned red with embarrassment, and she wanted to dig a crack in the ground and bury herself directly in it.

But Mo Qibai smiled calmly, put down his work and stood up, walking gracefully and slowly in front of Luo Liyan.

He reached out and lifted her chin up, "You little rookie, why don't you work hard and come here to take secret photos of me? Do you want to open the skylight for tomorrow's update?"

Luo Liyan swallowed and tried her best to shrink her neck back, "My inspiration has dried up and my girlish heart is gone. Isn't this because I want to find my girlish heart? Since you are so handsome, you can contribute it to me. It doesn’t matter for a moment!”

"Huh... YY?" Mo Qibai chuckled in a joking manner, "You want to seduce me in a fair and just way, but you don't allow me to resist?"

"I just wanted to admire your beauty." Luo Liyan defended herself weakly.

"Are you trying to say that you didn't imagine me as the male protagonist in your novel? Or that you didn't imagine yourself as the female protagonist in your novel?" Mo Qibai's low and hoarse voice revealed a hint of laziness. lazy.

Like aged wine, it exudes an intoxicating aroma.

Luo Liyan felt that her ears were almost pregnant, and her face was as shy as a peach in autumn.

I don’t know how to answer Mo Qibai’s question.

The other party didn't seem to want her answer, but slowly bowed his head and put his cold thin lips little by little on Luo Liyan's bright red lips.

Suddenly, spring flowers bloom and the room is fragrant.

*****

After the two of them kissed inexplicably that night, Luo Liyan pushed him away and ran away.

The two fell into an inexplicable cold war again.

But this time the Cold War was one-sided.

Luo Liyan was the only one who didn't want to interact with Mo Qibai.