Ling Luoyu's voice was a little naughty, so that Mo Xuanchen couldn't help but want to push open the screen and take a closer look. .net

However, after lifting his feet, he still suppressed his reverie and lowered his eyes and chuckled.

"I'll be waiting for you outside!"

When Ling Luoyu got dressed and walked out, he saw Mo Xuanchen who didn't know where to get a food box.

"What is this?"

"My reparation!"

Mo Xuanchen took out the wine and food in the food box and put them on the stone table in the courtyard.

"I just offended, so now I'm going to make amends to you!"

Ling Luoyu raised his head and looked at the thin night sky, a little speechless: "Mo Xuanchen, are you sick?" I don't sleep in the middle of the night, and I come here to drink?! ”

Mo Xuanchen's food box was obviously prepared early, and it seemed that he had come to her to drink.

At this time, if there is a moon, a moon or something, it is still said to be in the past.

So a few stars, what's there to see!!

Mo Xuanchen didn't seem to hear Ling Luoyu's protest, and elegantly bowed the invitation, smiling clearly.

"Young Master Luo, please!"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes speechlessly, wrapped his clothes tightly, and sat down on the stone bench in anger.

Mo Xuanchen had already sat down, but looking at her wet and dripping hair, he got up quietly.

"I'll help you!"

Ling Luoyu's heart moved inexplicably, and he sat there motionless, watching him slowly walk behind him.

She remembered one thing-

That time, after she came out of the shower, she complained with her wet hair.

"This place, I don't even have a hair dryer, when will this hair be dry......"

"Blowing Chicken...... Do?? Chicken Blowing ...... What does it have to do with hair? ”

"My machine, not your chicken!! Your chickens can only be eaten, and my machine can blow my hair......"

She imitated the appearance of a hair dryer and blew her long, wet hair.

Mo Xuanchen couldn't laugh when he saw it: "It's just dry hair, why do you have to find any chickens?" I can be your chicken too!! ”

His fingertips slid over her long hair, and wherever he went, the mist curled up, and the ink-dyed green silk became dry and smooth in the blink of an eye.

When Mo Xuanchen's fingertips once again picked up her long hair, Ling Luoyu's heart was inexplicably like a deer, and her breathing became short.

The mist dispersed, and the hair became dry bit by bit in Mo Xuanchen's palm.

The two sat in silence, enjoying the warmth and tranquility.

When the last strand of dry hair fell, Mo Xuanchen did not return to his position, but stood there quietly, watching her back in a daze.

Why?

Why did he do it so naturally?

Why doesn't a big man blow dry his long hair for another man?

Caressing the satin-like green silk, why did his heart have a strange feeling.

It seems that this picture is familiar??

His fingertips trembled slightly, and his hand hesitated for a long time, and finally rested gently on her shoulder.

"We ...... Have you really seen it? ”

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I think...... I think I've done this for you before!! ”

Ling Luoyu's heart hurt fiercely, but his shoulders sank, he slid his hand away, grabbed the wine jug quietly, and handed it to Mo Xuanchen.

"Didn't you say you wanted me to drink? Why are you still sitting there?! ”

At this time, Ling Luoyu couldn't wait to tell Mo Xuanchen everything before!

But she couldn't!!