This night, Mo Nan experienced the ultimate tenderness from a man.

It was also this night that made her completely understand that she had probably completely fallen into this pit called Jiang Yuhan, and it would be difficult to climb out.

The early morning sun jumped in through the gaps in the curtains and fell on the man's long eyelashes. Mo Nan raised his head, looked at the faint shadow under his eyelashes, and couldn't help but stretch out his fingers to gently trace his outline.

A structured forehead, a high nose bridge, and thin red lips.

It is said that a man with thin lips is also affectionate, but Mo Nan really can't imagine what a gentle man like Jiang Yuhan looks like when he is affectionate.

The slight itchy touch brought by the fingers made the man frown slightly, Mo Nan was startled and wanted to withdraw her hand, but she only felt that her fingertips were hot, and her fingers were gently held in his mouth.

Mo Nan was embarrassed, and immediately withdrew his hand and hid his hot cheeks in the quilt.

A man's low laugh came from overhead: "Morning." ”

Mo Nan hid in the quilt and didn't look at him: "It's not early." ”

"Really?" The man's voice was lazy, and he reached out to take Mo Nan out of the quilt, "I think it's still early." ”

As he spoke, he rolled over and pressed Mo Nan back on her head, the tip of his tongue sliding over her soft ear, causing a shiver.

Mo Nan pushed him with both hands softly, and said vaguely: "Don't make trouble, it's really not early, I'm hungry ......"

"Well, what a coincidence, I'm hungry too."

……

When I opened my eyes again, it was really not early.

Mo Nan sat up with the quilt in his arms, but found that the place next to him was empty. She looked at the empty half of the bed for a moment, a little stunned, and finally got up calmly.

She walked around the bedroom and felt that it was not pleasing to the eye, so she rolled up her sleeves and began to clean up. I threw the messy sheets into the washing machine, and after changing the new sheets, I felt that the floor was too dirty, so I took the water and began to lie on the floor and wipe the floor inch by inch with a rag.

While Mo Nan was sweating and working, the sound of the key turning came from the door.

Mo Nan's movements paused, and the whole person froze in place.

The sound of the door opening, the sound of the door closing, the sound of changing shoes, the sound of plastic bags rubbing.

Mo Nan threw the rag in his hand almost instantly, and rushed out of the bedroom barefoot.

Jiang Yuhan was carrying two shopping bags full of them, and before he could reach the kitchen door, he bumped into Mo Nan who ran out of the bedroom.

"You're up? I thought you'd have to sleep a little longer. He chuckled, and then he saw Mo Nan's embarrassment, "What's the matter, why are you sweating profusely?" ”

Mo Nan stared at him: "Are you going to buy vegetables?" ”

"Or else?" Jiang Yuhan smiled, "Look at you sleeping so soundly, I really can't bear to wake you up again, so I can only go by myself." ”

He put the shopping bag in his hand on the glass table in the kitchen, and then turned his head to look at Mo Nan again: "Don't be stunned, go take a shower, I can still do grocery shopping, but you don't have to count on me when it comes to cooking." ”

Mo Nan was still a little stunned: "Don't you have a job today?" ”

Jiang Yuhan chuckled, held Mo Nan's face and pecked lightly: "Teacher Mo is a busy person, it is not easy for me to catch once." ”

Mo Nan pursed his lips, and almost with all his strength pressed down the corners of his mouth that he wanted to rise: "Jiang Shao really likes to joke, no matter how busy my little photographer is, he can't compare to you." ”

"Okay, don't tell me such angry words," Jiang Yuhan raised his hand and rubbed her soft broken hair, "Go take a bath, I'm really hungry." ”

Mo Nan wanted to say something, but saw the man's face get closer: "Or, do you want me to help you wash it?" ”

Mo Nan's face flushed, and he immediately took two steps back: "Then I'll go take a bath first." ”

Seeing the bathroom door closed, Jiang Yuhan slowly walked to the sofa and sat down, taking out his mobile phone.

When I opened WeChat, a large number of messages poured in, all of which were sincere or fake greetings.

Jiang Yuhan sneered, swept through the messages of the crowd of shouting and asking for warmth, directly flipped out Zhou Yan's interface, and sent a voice message.

"Did you receive the photo I sent you?"

But after a while, Zhou Yan's video invitation was sent. Jiang Yuhan lazily answered, and then took the lead in asking without waiting for the person on the other side to speak, "How is it?" ”

Zhou Yan glanced at his surroundings, and there was an obvious joke in his voice: "Don't you say it's just playing, why don't you stay with others and not leave?" ”

Jiang Yuhan was noncommittal to his words: "I just think it's good to raise a different kitten." ”