Su Yunzhou seemed to have not seen Lin Mo's resistance.

He sat on the bed, pulled the quilt, and placed his head on her shoulder.

Quietly, there was no other action.

The hair is very smooth, and the man has a unique cold fragrance.

Lin Mo felt his neck itchy and was a little uncomfortable.

She glanced at Su Yunzhou's serious expression.

Seeing that he had no other ideas, he watched the movie seriously.

The movie is very scary.

Lin Mo took a few bites from time to time with popcorn. Sometimes, when it came to a terrifying scene, she wouldn't help but pull up the quilt to block her view.

Su Yunzhou chuckled, "Mo Mo is afraid, you can come to my brother's arms."

"No." Lin Mo waved his hand: "I'm not afraid."

Su Yunzhou is not a fool, so he naturally can see Lin Mo's vigilance towards him.

This makes him so sad.

Su Yunzhou touched her long hair and sighed: "Why are you guarding against me?"

"Do you still remember what happened when we were kids?"

"Of course I remember." Lin Mo nodded, not understanding, "When we were young, we grew up in an orphanage together and depended on each other."

“So, we all have a good relationship.”

"I'm grateful for it, whether it's you or the other eleven brothers."

"Because you protect me, I can grow up safely."

Lin Mo was clear about other ambiguous relationships inside and outside the words.

Su Yunzhou curled the corner of his mouth. Sometimes, memories may be fake, right?

But he didn't say it.

Those things are so far away that he sometimes doesn't want to recall them.

"You should not be grateful to me."

"Mo Mo."

He sighed, "What's your mother's name?"

"Qin Lian."

Lin Mo didn't know why he raised these things, she pulled the quilt and stepped back a little.

"What did you ask this all of a sudden?" She looked a little confused, "You are trying to talk about something and relax my vigilance, right?"

Lin Mo finally began to make a point.

Su Yunzhou just looked at her with a smile.

"Let your guard down? So, are you slaughtered by me now?"

His fingers touched her cheeks, but there was no desire in his eyes.

Instead, it seems particularly paranoid.

Lin Mo touched Su Yunzhou's gaze.

She hesitated for a while and said, "Brother, I have always regarded you as my brother who has been born and died."

"You don't have to always want to be with me."

She looked at Su Yunzhou seriously and sincerely: "Think about it, you actually didn't like me. I was so young at that time. How could you like a little bean sprout?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you have to like it when you are together?"

"Or do you think I don't like you enough?" Su Yunzhou sneered, his eyes slightly cold, "How should I prove it to you?"

Lin Mo felt a little uneasy, "That's not what I mean."

She felt that it was really difficult for her to communicate with her paranoid brother.

Su Yunzhou no longer watches movies.

Instead, he stared at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was a little scared. Su Yunzhou's eyes were too deep and cold, and there was no smile on his face.

It seems that he is the real him.

Looking at her deeply, there was no emotion in her eyes.

"Then I'll show you my heart."

Su Yunzhou raised his hand and began to unbutton his clothes.

Lin Mo held his hand and felt a little anxious: "Brother, the melon that is so fucked is not sweet!"

"Even if the raw rice is cooked, it is just the result of a tragedy."

"From the beginning to the end, I don't care whether it's a tragedy or a comedy." Su Yunzhou strangled her wrist, unbuttoned the straps on his clothes, and tied her hands directly to the head of the bed.

Her fair wrists were tied up in circles.

Lin Mo was silent.

Her pupils shrank slightly, "Su Yunzhou, if you do this again, I'm really angry!"

Su Yunzhou doesn't care at all now.

I couldn't listen to Lin Mo's words at all.

Lin Mo saw his cell phone beside him and raised his foot to come and ask for help.

But Su Yunzhou directly held down his feet.

He bent his knees and pressed against her legs, making it difficult for her to move.

His slender and powerful fingers had already been placed on his collar and began to take off his coat.

Lin Mo's long eyelashes trembled: "Su Yunzhou, stop!"

She looked away, her hands were struggling, and her wrists were hurting too.

In the room, except for the sound of the movie, there were only her struggle and her rapid breathing.

Lin Mo was so aggrieved that his eyes were red.

If I had known this, I wouldn't believe Su Yunzhou's nonsense. It seems that he is really unreasonable!

Su Yunzhou's clothes have already taken off.

However, he did not make the next move.

He raised his hand and pinched Lin Mo's chin, forcing her to turn her gaze, "Mo Mo."

"Look at me well."

Lin Mo pursed his lips and looked at him.

There is no light in the private theater. Horror movies are originally dark tones, and they flash white light from time to time, and at the rest, they are quite weak.

In this faint situation where you can barely see each other.

Su Yunzhou was sitting next to him.

His upper body was naked, and his flopped clothes were hung on his waist.

He has a very good figure, and the faint light reflects him as if he is a work of art in the darkness.

Too perfect.

However, there was a very charming camellia tattoo on his shoulder, and he climbed from his back to his right chest, which was extremely strange.

Originally, camellia was very beautiful, with red flowers blooming on his skin.

But for some reason, the tattoo technique is a bit weird.

Those flower totems seem like a degenerate Shura.ωωw..net

"You..." Lin Mo's face changed, and she looked at Su Yunzhou in disbelief.

The strangest thing is that this pattern looks familiar to her.

She remembered that she drew when she was a child.

It was then that Lin Mo began to learn.

In the orphanage, the dean's grandmother taught her the first poem - she woke up drunk under the camellia, but passed by the west village to watch the sunset.

The kind orphanage director took her to draw in front of the camellia in winter. She was drawn with a brush, and her technique was very clumsy.
To be continued...