"Xiao Mo, do you have any women's clothes here?"

"You were the first woman to come to my house." Xiao Mo said lightly, picked up a book from the small bookcase next to him, leaned back on the recliner and read it.

"Cut." Lying doesn't blush, like him, how can there be fewer women in the family, "Everyone is an adult, even if you say it, I won't think much about it." ”

When Xiao Mo heard this, his eyes were cold, he didn't raise his head, and he didn't pay attention to her, he still stared at his book, leaving her with a cold silhouette.

The light in the room was bright, the light of the crystal chandelier fell vertically from above his head, and spread on his body like broken silver, enveloping his slightly languid figure in it, as shining as the light, his face hung low in the shadows, and a few strands of hair on the left side fell down, covering his eyes, and he could not see his expression, but there was a coolness that spread out and permeated her body.

When he was in the restaurant just now, he was also like this and suddenly it was cold, as if the whole person was covered in a mystery, cloudy and unpredictable, unfathomable and unfathomable like the sea, and the slightest touch of his fingertips would make him feel a chill to the bone.

Yi Xuehan's heart was shocked, and he suddenly came to his senses.

She has always naively thought that he regarded himself as a friend, which was a kind of trust, and the two friends who kissed, in a way, showed that the relationship was already closer than friends, so there was less consideration when talking.

But she forgot that before friends, they were first and foremost a working relationship, and even if they kissed her, maybe it was just a whim for him.

Yi Xuehan thought of the words 'whim', only to feel a tightness in his chest, looked at his silhouette again, turned around and opened the door and walked out.

As soon as Yi Xuehan left, Xiao Mo raised his head from the book and looked at the closed door, and the restlessness that had just been suppressed in his chest slowly calmed down.

When he first came to Earth, his self-control was indeed very poor, and he couldn't control himself in the face of attractive blood, but five hundred years later, he thought that his heart had already precipitated, but he didn't expect that when facing her, he still needed great endurance to prevent himself from hurting her.

It was obviously a great opportunity just now, but he let her go again, not only did he let her go, but he also felt very happy in his heart, this is really a tangled and contradictory cognition.

Yi Xuehan entered the next room, the decoration color inside was the same as the study just now, it was also dark, giving people a sense of oppressive mystery, just like that person, although his face was superb, he felt that he was isolating himself in another space, only he could see others, but others could not see him.

No need to guess, this is his room.

Yi Xuehan was entangled for a moment, and he didn't care whose room it was, so he hurriedly went into the bathroom.

I was tired and sweaty just now, and I caught a little cold when I fell asleep, and now my body is cold and damp, so I just want to quickly get into the hot water, soak in it, and drive away the 'cold'.

Xiao Mo's eyes were fixed on the page, but his mind was always on the woman, and the more he forced himself not to think about it, his ears kept following her, listening to her every move.

The sound of the shower pounding on his eardrums kept knocking on his eardrums, as if the witch's spell had grabbed his mind one by one, tearing at his reason.

Although he had tried very hard to restrain himself, his heart was still like a cat scratching, itchy and unbearable, and in the end, he still failed.

Almost impatiently, he snatched the door out and opened the door to the next room.