Qing Mu Chen's foot's step stops, the spine seems to be stiff.

Mo Xi'er looked at him, still waiting for his answer.

Qing Mu Chen was silent for about a few seconds, and his face was slightly sideways. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye. His face was expressionless and spat out, "I think too much."

Three words, sound down, with long legs to continue to go upstairs.

Mo Xi'er also felt that he thought too much.

He came to find her, maybe just because she disappeared, it's hard to explain to the Mo family!

It's late at this time. Mo Xi'er doesn't worry about this problem. He goes upstairs with him. When he comes to their bedroom, he doesn't worry about the problem of dividing rooms. He finds out his bathrobe and goes directly to the bathroom.

Have already walked to the door, hang Mou to stare at the bosom deep V-neck, wide bathrobe to see an eye, she suddenly body a turn, returned to the closet.

Opening the door of the cupboard, she seemed to be trying to find another Pajama to replace.

However, bend over, the hand just stretched out, haven't any movement, the Qing Mu Chen in the room suddenly floated a sentence, "wear that, you wear that more beautiful!"

Lazy intonation, the ending dragged long, every word is full of ridicule.

Mo Xi'er was choked by his words, and his hand, which was ready to take the clothes, was fixed there, and his face was a little embarrassed.

Qing Mu Chen's eyes squint at her, staring at her peach blossom pink side face under the light, a few steps toward her, pressing her stiff hand in the air, big hand wrapped her, helping her hand back, leaning on the side, he looked at her leisurely, "eh?"

A single word, the tone was deliberately raised by him, lazy, like his eyes on him, like the warm sun on a summer afternoon, fuming people's bones.

The implication is obvious.

He didn't want her to leave all the Conservatives in the room.

All her beauty, her delicacy, he wanted her to show in front of his eyes.

Mo Xi'er's hand holding the bath towel tightened, five fingers dragging the belt of the bathrobe, one by one winding around the fingertips, loosening, winding again, it seems very embarrassing.

She is side to him, Qing Mu Chen can't see the expression in her eyes at the moment.

From her increasingly red face, he thought she was in embarrassment.

Yi Mo Xi'er usually resists the intimacy between the two people. He thinks that with her character, she will turn her head and raise her chin haughtily in a few words.

Or simply refuse his request.

However, tonight's Mo Xi'er surprised him.

Qing Mu Chen's two guesses are all wrong!

Mo Xi'er turned his face and raised his eyes. His eyes were opposite to him. He calmly said, "good!"

Okay?

Qingmuchen is a little suspicious that he heard right.

From her mouth to say, or with such a flat tone.

Good

Qing Mu Chen leaned against the wall and chewed her word slowly. Her mood suddenly became more and more joyful.

Mo Xi'er really went into the bathroom with his bathrobe.

The clatter of water came from the bathroom. She stayed in it for a long time, about half an hour, and then came out slowly.

When he came out, he was wearing the bathrobe that qingmuchen joked about. His hair was wet, and he spread it on his shoulder casually. It was close to his white skin. It was like a visual impact painting. The black-and-white picture made qingmuchen's eyes suddenly warm.

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