Chapter 1275: Attacking the Tasteless Copycat Boss

Apart from the expression of feelings, nothing happened between Fengguang and Mo Qing that night. Because she was drunk, she fell asleep in his arms before she could hold on for long.

When she woke up the next day, what she saw when she opened her eyes was that he was watching her quietly. The person who had just woken up was at a loss for a while, and then she realized what she was doing. She blinked and said, "When did you wake up?"

"Not long." Mo Qing raised his hand, gently placed it on her cheek and rubbed it. He whispered softly, "Did you sleep well?"

"Well..." She grabbed his hand and rubbed it with her face. She squinted her eyes happily and crawled into his arms again. She sighed: "Fortunately, I am drunk and still have Memory, otherwise, if you cheat, I really can’t do anything..."

"What can't be done?"

"If you change your mind again and say what you said yesterday...in fact, you didn't even say it, then wouldn't there be no way for me to prove that you like me?"

"Don't worry, I will never regret what I say." He gently put his arms around her waist and raised a smile on his lips.

Feng Guang asked unwillingly: "In your heart now, who is more important, me or the herbs and wood?"

"Those herbs and wood are just..."

"Just what?"

"No, it's nothing." Mo Qing kissed the corner of her lips, "Those things are not comparable to you."

There was joy in her eyes, "That means...in the future you won't spend so much time carving wood, but will spend time with me, right?"

"Yes, I will accompany you."

"Mo Qing, I believe you really like me now!" She turned over and lay on top of him. She was excited to keep him, and her mood seemed to be sweeter than even the sweetest candy she had eaten.

And soon, her expression changed slightly because she felt the heat on her lower abdomen.

Men are prone to reactions every morning. Mo Qing is also a man, so his body is no exception.

Feng Guang raised her head tremblingly, "Mo Qing...are you feeling okay?"

"If Feng Guang wants to ask, can I control myself..." He smiled, "I think as long as you stop moving, I can barely do it."

"Then I won't move around anymore..." Feng Guang lay on his body obediently, motionless, as if she was really afraid that he would do something in a moment of excitement.

But Mo Qing's self-control has always been extraordinary. After a while, his body's reaction gradually calmed down. With one hand, he touched the back of her head, which was leaning on his chest. He sighed, "You are indeed a trouble."

She pouted, "Why am I in trouble?"

"From the first day I met you and saw you meddling in your own business, I knew you must be trouble."

"Mo Qing!"

He smiled, "It's a pity that I took you back even though I knew you were trouble."

She raised her head and glared at him, "So do you regret it now?"

"It's too late to regret." His voice was soft and gentle, "After all, it was me who wanted to put on your dog-skin plaster."

"Is there a dog-skin plaster that looks as good as mine!?" She sat up from him unconvinced, held his face and said, "You can pick up such a dog-skin plaster from me, you made a profit, okay?"

Even if she is a dog-skin plaster, she must be the most beautiful dog-skin plaster in the world.

He raised his lips, "It's true that I earned it."

As he finished speaking, the hand on the back of her head exerted slight force, causing her to lower her head, and he kissed her nagging little mouth again.