Following Jimo Yan's eyes, she suddenly lowered her head, and Ji Qingxi realized that the bathrobe she was wearing just now was not wrapped tightly at all, revealing a piece of skin that had not yet gone pink, fair and pink.

This made Ji Qingxi exclaim, and hurriedly covered the front, and then slammed the door shut, leaning on the door and not believing what had just happened.

Her vigilance suddenly became so bad, Ji Qingxi was crazy in her heart, thinking about her ears, there was a knock on the door again, followed by a few coughs, and Mo Yan's voice was slightly hoarse: "Open the door, the water heater over there is broken, take a bath here with you." ”

After rearranging her clothes to make sure that nothing would go wrong, Ji Qingxi opened the door and didn't know where to look, nodded in a panic and gave up a position.

"Okay, you go first." Ji Qingxi didn't want to look at Jimo Yan at this time, he looked at Ji Mo Yan with a panicked look, it was like a frightened deer, which made him hook the corners of his mouth happily, and without saying anything more, the drill bit got into the bathroom.

There was hot water in his ears, and the sound of a noise coming down, Ji Qingxi didn't know how to sit back on the bed, rubbing her hair vigorously, the originally soft hair was already fluffy and about to explode at this time, and she didn't feel it, and finally came back to her senses.

The sound of water dripping on the ground, passing through Mi Rui's ears at this time, became even clearer, and Ji Qingxi couldn't help but turn his head to look.

The position of the bath in the room was facing the bed sleeping in the room, and on top of the frosted glass, a layer of white cover was re-blocked, and Ji Qingxi, who couldn't see anything clearly, breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and he didn't know whether he was happy, or a slight bit of loss, which was inexplicably mixed together.

Ji Qingxi didn't know how long it took, Ji Mo Yan pushed open the door, and the hot air directly steamed out, with a thick fog directly emitted, and the cold air made people feel shocked.

took out a towel and wiped his hair, Ji Mo Yan sat directly opposite Ji Qingxi in a bathrobe.

The curves of his flexible body with streamlined muscle curves, slightly emerging through the soft fabric, with a kind of masculine charm, between youth and youth, with a different kind of masculinity.

"Qingxi." Jimo Yan suddenly called out Ji Qingxi's name, he raised his head to look at her, his damp broken hair fell on his forehead, and the smile on his face turned out to be a little evil.

Ji Qingxi was lowering his head and buttoning the sheets at this time, and a small depression had already appeared on it, if it continued like this, maybe a hole would appear.

Regarding this shout, it can be said that this sheet was saved, and Ji Qingxi also came back to his senses.

She looked up at Jimo Yan, and a drop of water slid down the corner of his forehead, directly on the position of his neck, and directly down to the bottom, but he was smiling, and there seemed to be a bit of evil in the handsome sunshine, which made people's cheeks red.

"Wipe my hair." Jimo Yan approached Ji Qingxi, and the faces of the two people seemed to be about to be pasted, and there was an ambiguous smell in the air, almost as if the whole person was about to burn up.

Ji Qingxi felt an indescribable taste, and at the same time, he could also feel that Jimo Yan was intentional at all, otherwise it wouldn't be like this.

After calming down, Ji Qingxi raised his head, his eyes were clear and firm, and he didn't have a little bit of those strange emotions, but turned up the corners of his mouth: "Okay." "Cool

I feel that Ji Qingxi, who made Jimo Yan think so carefully, didn't want to let Jimo Yanjiao become like this easily, didn't it seem that she was too easy to passive.

Ji Qingxi thought as she took the towel from Jimo Yan's hand and lowered her head to wipe her hair carefully.

The touch of the hair is slightly cool and soft, as if it is like a fine satin sliding slightly across the palm, which makes people feel nostalgic, and if you want to touch Ji Qingxi again, she is indeed doing this.

The feeling of slender fingers running between the roots of the law is really a bit strange, but on the surface, Ji Qingxijiao still wiped Jimo Yan's hair clean.

From the glass window reflected next to it, Ji Qingxi's expression could be seen now, very focused, completely blushing and heartbeat after being teased just now, Ji Mo Yan had some regrets in his heart but had to calm down, quietly waiting for his hair to be wiped dry.

"That's it." Ji Qingxi stuffed the towel on his hand on Jimo Yan's hand, turned his head to prepare to wipe his hair again, and the moment he turned around, the hair that grew to his waist crossed the back of Jimo Yan's hand, bringing a fluffy touch, as if a feather was caressing from his heart.

The moment he turned around, the beautiful sign outlined was like a willow with a feeling of weakness, which made people unconsciously want to reach out and hug it.

When Ji Qingxi turned around, his arm was suddenly grabbed and stunned, he didn't react for a moment, but he was directly dragged into a warm embrace, Ji Qingxi could only raise his head blankly and look at the handsome face.

Those eyes that were originally pure smiling seemed to be wearing a kind of aggression and predatory desire at this time, which belonged to a man, and the gaze of the woman he liked made Ji Qingxi swallow nervously.

The delicate neck was exposed to Jimo Yan's eyes without any defense, as if it were a pure sacrificial lamb, without any deterrent power.

"Jimo Yan, what are you doing?" Ji Qingxi had a hint of vigilance in his tone, and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was staring at Jimo Yan a little vigilantly.

The intuition like an animal made Ji Qingxi feel a little bad, and slightly pursed her red lips tightly, as if she were a petal, revealing an attractive fragrance, and she herself seemed to have the same fragrance.

The sexy Adam's apple slid slightly, and Mo Yan gently let go of his hand and directly took the towel on the table: "Etiquette is still exchanged, and I will also help you wipe your hair." ”

The danger and aggression just now were almost like hallucinations, and it seemed that they were all just Ji Qingxi's fantasies, and in fact it was as if nothing had happened.

Blinked a little dazedly, looking at his white towel on his slender and powerful palm, Ji Qingxi finally nodded.

In the end, Ji Qingxi sat on the bed, and Mo Yan sat next to her, as if just now, he also dried Ji Qingxi's hair.

The temperature of the young man's palm was higher than hers, and when he touched the skin slightly, it made people tremble, Ji Qingxi shrank his shoulders a little uncomfortably, and he was quickly fixed again, which was like a hug full of blazing temperature.