Tell someone to come in with hot water.

Lu Jingmo rolled up his sleeves, wet the wet towel, and was about to clean it up by himself, but was snatched by Mo Xingchu, he couldn't help laughing:

"Come on, I'm the one who made you look like this."

The warm towel gently rubbed on her face, and when it reached the corners of her eyes, Lu Jingmo closed her eyes.

As the clean towel was dyed black, her otherwise cold white skin was revealed.

As long as a man's eyelashes, the reddish tails of the eyes that have been wiped, the usually cold eyes are long and narrow, the nose is straight and straight, and the lips are thin and red......

It is the appearance of men who are ashamed of themselves.

Mo Xingchu, who was stunned, thought in a daze, no wonder she was able to fascinate Qing Miao, she really gave birth to a good skin.

"Are you alright?"

Lu Jingmo's eyelashes moved, and a second before he was about to open his eyes, Mo Xingchu came back to his senses and stammered back:

"Alright, alright."

The beautiful peach blossom eyes opened, and the four eyes were facing each other.

Because of the reason just wiped, the two were a little close, only one step away, as long as anyone moved a little forward, they could easily touch the other person.

"Ahem......"

Mo Xingchu suddenly covered his lips and coughed twice, the person opposite finally took that step, hesitated for a few seconds, but still put his hand on his back and patted it gently, with some concern in his tone:

"Why are you coughing again?"

"Did you get tired just now?"

Mo Xingchu suppressed the itch in his throat and shook his head:

"It's fine."

The sound of laughter just now was a little loud, and I forgot about his frail body.

After making sure that he was really fine, Lu Jingmo took a step back, took a thin black cloak from the hanger, and did not drape it directly on him abruptly, but handed it to him:

"It's late at night, I'll send you back to Moxue Pavilion."

On the silent road, there are only lanterns that are always on.

Mo Xingchu's slender body was wrapped in a cloak, isolating the cold of the night in spring.

The sky is full of stars, and there is no one around, which is a great time to talk.

He took the initiative to provoke the conversation:

"Some time ago, I heard Ran'er talk about him and you when he was young, and we all felt that you were very ruthless, so I'm very curious, how did you fall in love with Ran'er?"

can make a ruthless person fall in love, and the story must be wonderful.

But Lu Jingmo's next words broke his thoughts:

"I can't talk about love, but once I was sick, I took him to the princess's mansion and kissed him unexpectedly, and then I realized that I had liked him for many years."

"After that, it was logical to be together."

Mo Xingchu was ready to listen to a story with twists and turns, but he didn't expect it to be so ordinary.

But if you think about it, many people can't envy such a mediocre thing.

Since childhood, the sweethearts have grown up in one place, and when they reach the age of marriage, they like each other, one happily marries, and the other happily marries into the door.

"I envy you."

Love that has gone through hardships is cherished, but smooth love is even more exciting.

Lasts forever.

I don't know if it's because of the charming night tonight, Lu Jingmo's whole person has become a lot warmer:

"Meeting Ran Ran is the luckiest thing in my life."

She glanced at Mo Xingchu with tenderness in her eyes, and said in a low voice:

"You don't have to be envious, maybe in the near future, this fateful marriage between the two of us will also come to fruition."

She said too boldly and straightforwardly, Mo Xingchu was stunned in place, looking at her in a daze.