When he saw the villain in front of him clearly, Xiao Mo's whole person suddenly froze there, and a group of crows flew overhead.

Her fragrance hasn't changed, it's just that her image is simply too subversive of the previous beautiful image, is this still the sweet, capable, delicate, and positive woman in the past?

Yi Xuehan didn't expect him to still stand at the door, and in a hurry, he directly bumped into his arms, his nose touched his chest, a burst of soreness overflowed his nose, and tears suddenly came out.

His eyes were as if he had been struck by lightning, and his face was full of something like collapse and disgust, and he looked at her in a daze, Yi Xuehan suddenly realized something and slammed it on his chest.

"I'm sorry, I, I'm going to wash up!"

Xiao Mo pointed to his room, she said thank you, and ran in in a panic.

Yi Xuehan wondered why he looked at himself with that kind of look, so after getting into the bathroom, the first thing he did was to look in the mirror, this photo didn't matter, he directly scared himself and screamed, and took several steps back.

Omaiga, ghost!

What's wrong with her eyes, why are the two dark circles so big, and how is this hair, like a stack of straw, is she standing in front of that tall man with this glorious image just now?

It's over, the image is all ruined!

Xiao Mo heard her ghostly scream, and finally couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

He shook his head helplessly, it turned out that behind the glamorous and beautiful women were like this, it seemed that he would have to redefine the species of women in the future.

Yi Xuehan naturally didn't hear his laughter, and if he heard it, he would definitely find a piece of tofu and kill him immediately.

She found a new toothbrush, squeezed the toothpaste into her mouth, moved up and down her mind, stared at the kung fu panda in the mirror, and had no ideals.

After washing his face, he went to the balcony to take off the clothes he had washed last night and touched them, and found that they were dry, so he took them out of Xiao Mo's room, and when he opened the door, he first showed his head and glanced in the corridor, and found that the person had left, so he slipped back to the room where he slept like a thief.

Closing the door, Yi Xuehan patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief.

She took off Xiao Mo's large shirt and put it aside, then took the bra from her bag and put it on her body, she faced the window, the morning sun spilled in through the white curtain, reflected on her face, and outlined a circle of golden silhouettes around her, pouring down behind her, falling into a mottled shadow.

She stood there against the light like this, her slender waist writhing unconsciously with the movement of dressing, unable to distinguish whether it was the light of the morning sun or the light emitted by herself, confusing Xiao Mo's vision and forgetting the movement.

Eventually, he couldn't help but walk towards her, and as the distance narrowed, something moist seemed to be slowly flowing out of his heart that had been dry for a long time, pouring it down little by little, moistening his atrium, and gradually feeling the beating of the pulse.

Xiao Mo reached out and gently wrapped his arms around her waist behind her.

Yi Xuehan was concentrating on dressing, didn't hear the sound of the door opening, and didn't notice that there was someone behind her, and the sudden outstretched arm startled her, and she wanted to jump out of the jaw reflexively, but he hugged her tighter, leaned over and kissed her softly under the neck print.

She froze instantly, forgetting her heartbeat.

"You're so beautiful."

His voice seemed to have a kind of magic, passing through Yi Xuehan's eardrums, echoing in her mind, floating down on her heart, knocking out a throbbing echo.