Mo Qingcheng handed the clothes to Xinnuan, "Go to the bathroom and clean up briefly." ”

Xinnuan knew that all resistance was useless, and besides, she could probably guess what kind of ghost she looked like now. She reached for her clothes and stepped on the spotless hardwood floor in the direction of the bathroom.

She clicked on the faucet and her eyes fell on the mirror.

Sure enough, I couldn't see myself in the mirror, not to mention my unkempt face, and there were dried blood stains on my cheeks, which was particularly dazzling.

She looked at her frayed skirt and chuckled helplessly, thinking that the fate of the-egg was ridiculous to her.

She was frustrated, and her hand smashed into the water fiercely, and there was no strong blow, and the water splashed all over the ground, but the fire in her heart did not go away, but burned fiercely.

She seems to have failed even more than in her previous life, and Mo Qingcheng, who still can't get rid of, has been exhausted by all sorts of bad things, but there is no way to do it.

Suddenly, her hands were propped up on the table, and a cold and glamorous face appeared in the mirror, her charming eyes full of firmness and stubbornness.

She took a long breath, like a warrior who had fallen a thousand times, but got up a thousand and one times, calm and alone.

She picked up the white towel on the shelf, dipped it in water, and wiped the blood from her face little by little.

Mo Qingcheng pushed the door and saw such a scene, her skirt was peeled off to her ankles, her flawless and delicate body was displayed in front of her, and her breathing was suddenly chaotic.

But his gaze did not dodge in the slightest, hot and hot, frank and sloppy, carefully sweeping every inch, as if admiring his most satisfactory work, his handsome face was full of tenderness and pampering.

His aura is too powerful, his gaze is too domineering, and he is so aggressive that she can't ignore it even if she wants to.

She looked at Mo Qingcheng staring at her in the mirror against the door frame, her cold face did not change a little, and she calmly took out her clothes from the bag on the side.

She looked at a set of black underwear under her clothes and was stunned, and then remembered that he had taken care of himself so selflessly in his previous life, and was more considerate than his mother.

She picked up the exquisite packaging, lifted it, looked at him in the mirror and said, "You dare to let Zhang Yue buy this thing back?" ”

"I just gave him the size and the brand and asked him to pick it up." With a shallow smile in his mellow and slightly hoarse voice, he stepped forward step by step, wrapped around her from behind, and held the bag in her hand, not just intentionally or unintentionally, the hot breath fell on her sensitive earlobe, "Do you mind?" Will I buy it for you myself in the future? ”

I thought warmly, he probably really loved himself miserably, obviously he was so angry just now, but in a blink of an eye, he seemed to have forgotten all the previous unpleasantness.

But it was precisely because of this that she had to stay away from him.

She was thinking about it, when she saw the tall and tall man behind her lower his head, tearing open the bag with his slender fingers with his bony knots, taking out soft and delicate underwear from it, reaching out around her body to help her cover it, and then buttoning it.

The heart warmed his eyes were focused and affectionate, and the whole person was noble and elegant, as if he was not a seductive and extraordinary body, but a work of art carved by him with all his heart, without the slightest blasphemy.

"Don't you want me?"