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He rushed upstairs and saw that he was going to change clothes on the bed, including his underwear. Pants.

She stepped forward and roughly carried all the clothes in her arms. Then, she turned around and descended the stairs. However, as she stepped out of the door, she subconsciously lowered her head to sniff the clothes.

His clothes exuded a faint fragrance that was unique to his body. It was extremely pleasing to the nose.

It was as if the smell had an inexhaustible charm that made her want to bury her face in the pile of clothes and greedily smell it.

"What are you thinking about, hugging my clothes?" Suddenly, a voice reached his ears.

Her voice was not soft, carrying the usual mocking tone. She raised her head like a thunderclap. Sure enough, she saw Mo Zixiao with his hands on his hips, looking at her with a mocking smile, his eyes filled with an indescribable warmth. "Concealed.

It was as if the consciousness was saying that he had lost!

Her heart skipped a beat, but she immediately understood. She realized that she was truly a little strange. She knew that her relationship with him was only that of a master and a slave, but she had always done strange things.

What a bastard she was!

Ye Zichen hurriedly frowned and said, "I feel like this dress has a weird smell. I'm afraid it hasn't been washed clean yet, so I might as well find another shirt for you!"

Saying so, she quickly carried her clothes and ran into the room. She threw her clothes on the bed and slapped herself twice in the face.

He grimaced in pain, but his mind was much clearer.

He didn't dare to delay any longer. He hurriedly walked to the fitting room and helped pick up his clothes. When he thought of the vacuum under his towel, his brain went off again.

Fortunately, she pinched his hand tightly as soon as he made the connection. The pain in his leg pulled his running consciousness back.

He hurried downstairs with his clothes in his arms and saw that he had cut the chicken gizzard and sliced meat and was stirring it with cooking wine and raw meal.

Putting her clothes on the sofa, she walked over and said softly, "Young Master Mo, I've taken off my clothes, you should quickly go and change now! If there's anything I can do, let me do it! "

Mo Zixiao looked at her coldly, put down his bowl, turned around and washed his hands, and asked mockingly, "What do you know how to do?"

She shrugged and said helplessly, "Uh …" I don't know. "

Mo Zixiao ignored her, wiped his hands with a towel, and went back into the living room.

She hurried into the living room and looked around to see if there was anything she could do.

After searching for a long time, he was greatly disappointed.

The marble counter was already filled with ingredients already prepared. In addition to the chicken gizzards and sliced meat, there were also shredded wooden ears and broccoli, bright and colorful peppers that had been cut into pieces. The pickled peppers were almost minced, and a milky white sand pot was bubbling water from the fire.

He even cut ginger garlic into pieces.

She was a little flabbergasted by what she saw. She couldn't believe that in such a short period of time, he had done so many things!

If it was said that he was a rich young master who had been doted upon by his parents since he was young, then with his status and identity, wouldn't he only know how to be called in or out of the game?

Was it her imagination?

How could he do all this skillfully?

Confused, she turned to ask him, but then she saw him reach out and pull off the towel.

The towel slipped to the floor, and she saw him unavoidably, though to his body. His body wasn't unfamiliar, but when he suddenly saw a strong man's body, he was once again frightened.

He covered his face with his hands and shouted in embarrassment and anger, "Mo Zixiao! How can you just change there? This is your second time. You're not the only one in this room now. It's fine if you're naked in the bedroom, but what's wrong with your living room? If someone comes in, wouldn't it be embarrassing? "

"Why not?" Mo Zixiao asked indifferently as he picked up the box. The trousers were slowly put on, and he added maliciously, "I often run about the house! You better get used to it! "

"Why are you running? We are no longer ape-men who once drank blood. Can you please respect the achievements of the human race that we have painstakingly achieved for thousands of years? " She almost choked on his words. She covered her eyes with one hand, and pointed at him with the other as a sign of serious resistance. Discussion.

Before he finished his sentence, his body suddenly fell into a warm embrace, followed by his low and slightly hoarse voice, "Don't you know that when a man and woman are alone in the same room, it would be more interesting if both parties are naked? How about you try it out later? You'll definitely be in a state of deep love. "Love is limitless!"

There was a hint of lust in his voice, but also a hint of fatality. Perplexity.

A warm breath slowly floated out from his lips and faintly sprinkled on her neck, causing her heart to race and she almost suffocate. She only felt that he was like an Asura from hell, sparing no effort to remove all of her seven souls and six souls.

No! She couldn't be tempted by him. Perplexity could not be manipulated by him!

The matter of seduction should be left to her, Xia Xinxin!

She bit her tongue with what remained of her reason. The tip of the blade was like a faint drop of blood. As the taste of the food permeated her mouth, she pulled herself out of his embrace, pointed at the steaming pot, and said with forced calmness, "It's about to spill out!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he had already run into the living room. Standing far away from him, he was staring at him with a pair of vigilant eyes.

"What is it? Do you want to keep your distance from me? " He smiled faintly and did not go to grab her. Instead, he turned the fire on and started to stir-fry the dishes.

She was so upset that she didn't understand what she was doing.

She shouldn't have run away in such a panic. She should have taken the opportunity to run away. I should tease him!

Grasping the initiative was the only way to not make things difficult for the others!

Sigh! It was just that the logic was like that, but to actually do it seemed very difficult.

Facing him, she felt that it was getting harder and harder!

A fart." She sat on the sofa, turned on the TV with the remote control in a bored mood, and casually switched it on to a television station that was broadcasting "The Chainsaw Soulshake 5." She watched it casually at first, but then slowly got scared to death. The fishy plot was captivated. His heart tensed up as he panted loudly. He didn't even dare to breathe.

It was not until the tempting fragrance of the dishes wafted into her nose that she could not help but droop her head. Saliva … His stomach just couldn't stand it and began to growl.

Her yearning for delicious food had successfully pulled her out of that horribly suffocating atmosphere.

She turned her head to peek into the kitchen and saw that he had rolled up his sleeves and unbuttoned his collar. As he unbuttoned his shirt, his well-developed chest muscles could be vaguely seen. He was carrying a plate of piping hot and fragrant dishes on a small table behind him.

A sentence suddenly popped out in his head: "The man who cooks dishes is so sexy!"

The scene in front of them made them feel very joyful!

It was both depressing and depressing. A three feet tall delicacy and a handsome male model to enjoy, this was truly exalted!

He was no longer in the mood to look at that terrifying blood. The TV was on. He pushed it off and jumped up from the sofa. He walked into the kitchen and saw that there were already three dishes on the table.

One is fish-flavored shredded meat, one is chopped pepper fried chicken gizzard, and one is boiled meat slices.

Each one of them was bright in color and had a fragrant scent that filled the air. Just looking at them made one's appetite boil, and one couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and start eating.

She smiled coyly and said, "You are really capable, but you actually cooked so many delicious dishes!?" "I'll do my best too. I'll be responsible for bringing the fried dishes to the dining table!"

He was just about to uncover the soup when he heard the sound and turned around, frowning as he reminded, "Put on your handbag. I don't want your finger filled with the smell of medicine accidentally placed in the dish."

"Hehe …" "No, I won't." She chuckled dryly, but did as she was told and put on a pair of clean canvas gloves that had been placed next to the dishes.

After putting it on, he carefully picked up the fragrant fish-flavored shredded meat and brought it close to his nose to smell it. He praised, "It smells so good!"

As he praised her, he carried her to the dining table with ease.

When he put down the dish, he looked at his own thick gloves and suddenly remembered that he said he was afraid that her fingers would accidentally reach into the dish.

With a warm heart, she turned around to look at him. She saw that he was using a small spoon to scoop up a small mouthful of soup and gently blow it against his lips.

This kind of him gave off a sense of distance, even making people want to get close to him.

Thinking about what he had done to her made her feel that he wasn't that unreasonable, that he wasn't that scary.

His indifference, his ferocity, perhaps, was entirely a matter of status?

Or could it be that he was once as naive, kind, and affectionate as an ordinary person, only to encounter a terrifying thing that caused him to turn into this hateful, hedonistic, and evil young man?

So what kind of thing would it be?

She stood at the table and watched him, lost in thought. The more she looked at him, the more it seemed to her that he was hiding secrets, secrets that made her want to find an answer.

Mo Zixiao turned away from the fire and was about to take out his gloves to carry the clay pot when he found her leaning lazily against the dining table, lost in thought.

His eyes were full of questions, as if he wanted to see through him.

It was this inquisitive gaze that made his originally relaxed heart suddenly alert. He lowered his head to look at the dishes he cooked for her and suddenly felt extremely vexed. He felt that he had become more and more unreasonable!

What was he thinking?

He clearly wanted to resist her, humiliate her, and trample over her, but the things he did all indicated that he was attracted to her. Although his mouth was firm, he was willing to do everything for her.

For example, according to her, he had signed a one-year agreement with her (she belonged entirely to him, he could do whatever he wanted, the initiative was entirely on him, why did he have to suffer her confusion and sign some damned agreement with her?)

For example, for her sake, he was willing to sacrifice several million to let Shen Bei'er go.

For her sake, he even washed his hands to make the broth again.