Mo Shiqian hummed, then hung up the phone and put the phone in front of him.
Chi Huan lived alone, and the white Ferrari stopped downstairs in a high-end apartment.
The woman in the passenger seat opened her eyes and said, "Are you here?"
Mo Shiqian got out of the car directly and opened the passenger door for her.
Seeing her slow movements, he leaned over again and reached out to unbuckle her seat belt without saying a word.
"Mo Shiqian."
Her voice was not as soft as usual, a little cold and hoarse.
"Um?"
"I don't feel well and have no energy."
The man didn't say anything, he just carried her out of the car, pushed her on his knees, and closed the car door.
Chi Huan rested her forehead on his shoulder, and her long seaweed-like hair fell and was blown up by the wind.
She whispered his name again, "Mo Shiqian."
"Um."
"You handle today's matter cleanly. I don't want to see gossip about this matter in the media."
"It will be taken care of."
Mo Shiqian carried her from the parking lot into the apartment. The cool breeze blew and the quietness was refreshing.
Chi Huan smelled the clear and familiar smell on his body and felt that he was suddenly extremely weak, "What did you do tonight?"
Her voice was always very low, and her words seemed to disappear in the wind.
After a moment, he replied calmly, "Solve some trouble for my fiancée."
She murmured, "You are so kind to your fiancée..."
The moment the elevator opened, Chi Huan heard the man say something in a very calm tone, "Miss, actually you deserve better."
… …
As soon as the door of the apartment opened, Chi Huan took off his clothes as soon as his feet landed on the ground, and handed them to the man beside him, "I'm going to take a shower."
After saying that, she walked straight into the bathroom.
Mo Shiqian watched her back disappear from sight, put the windbreaker on the sofa, and turned around to go out.
Turning on the showerhead, warm water poured from her head to her toes.
In the mist, her delicate face was not as charming as usual, cold and wooden.
Chi Huan was dizzy and sleepy. He didn't wash for long, so he quickly turned off the shower. He pulled the towel and wiped the water from his hair and body casually. When he wanted to get his clothes, he found that he didn't bring anything in, so he pulled the towel. He came out wrapped up.
I wiped my hair with my bare feet on the carpet, and the whole apartment became quiet and almost deathly silent.
After what happened tonight, Chi Huan especially rejected the silence.
She pursed her lips and shouted toward the door, "Mo Shiqian."
"Mo Shiqian..."
She called out several times in a row, but the only response she received was her own echo and deeper silence.
have they gone
She frowned. Did this man leave without saying a word to her
Chi Huan's already depressed mood became even lower. She couldn't explain that at this moment, she especially wanted him to be by her side, even if he didn't talk or even stay in the same room.
She was in the bedroom and he was outside in the living room, which was fine.
She didn't have the patience to wipe her hair, so she threw the towel on the bed, and then took out a nightgown from the cabinet where underwear and pajamas were kept.
He glanced at the half-open door and gave up the idea of closing it after a second—
She was alone at home, and it made no difference whether the bedroom door was closed or not, as long as the curtains were closed.
Pulling off the towel and letting it slide onto the carpet, Chi Huan took a step forward, ready to get the nightgown she placed at the end of the bed.
Suddenly there was a small sound at the door.
Chi Huan suddenly realized something, his hands froze, and he turned his head reflexively.
Mo Shiqian's handsome and upright figure stood at the door, his deep and calm eyes narrowed slightly, focusing on her body. His whole body froze in place for a moment, without making any reaction.
Chi Huan stared at him blankly for three seconds.
Suddenly, her nerves were on fire and she reacted. She held her chest in front of her with both hands and yelled at him in a panic, "You... what are you standing there for? Didn't you... leave?"
Her face had been pale and bloodless all night. Within a few seconds, it seemed as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her head and was about to drip out of her face.
Mo Shiqian looked at her naked body, his stiffness not relieved at all, his thin lips slightly opened, his voice low and hoarse, "I... went downstairs and bought some medicine."
When he said this, his eyes stared at her strangely.
Chi Huan stayed for a few more seconds before yelling at him angrily, "Then you still want to watch? Get out!"
With a "bang" sound, the door was slammed shut.
The man took a step back and closed the door from the outside.
Chi Huan was shocked again by the voice and stood there as if dumbfounded.
She was naked, not even wearing underwear. Except for her long hair, she stood in front of him without any covering.
outside the door.
Mo Shiqian stood with his head lowered, his breathing rapid and disordered, and the joints of his right hand that was holding the doorknob hard turned white.
He closed his eyes, but the scene he just saw clearly appeared in his mind.
Chi Huan is very petite, even smaller in her arms. She has the dual temperament of a girl and a queen in front of the media and outsiders, and was dubbed the sweet queen by the media.
He had seen her in all her appearances more than anyone else, but he also ignored her in all her appearances more than anyone else.
The skin was dazzlingly white, the legs were slender, and the soft snow on the chest was not too surging, but... the shape was very beautiful, and he even briefly imagined the feel of holding it with his next hand.
Her long, wet hair like seaweed hung down around her waist and draped over her shoulders.
Like a banshee just out of the bath, full of moisture and fragrance, innocent and full of fatal temptation, she looked at him with shocked and dull eyes, awakening the desire lurking in the deepest part of his body, ready to move like an animal.
When his body was already so hard that it ached, he realized what was going on in his mind. He lowered his head slightly and saw the reaction of his crotch being lifted up.
After closing his eyes, the man's Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times before a muffled groan escaped from his depths. Cold sweat also broke out from his forehead, dripping down the straight bridge of his nose and from the sexy curvature of his chin.
Fifteen minutes later.
Chi Huan was fully dressed and chose to open the bedroom door and walk out.
She was wearing a long white skirt and a gray sweater, a rare and elegant combination, and her long black hair was still wet.
As soon as the door opened, she saw the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room. The night was filling the window, and he didn't know whether he was watching or admiring the night view.
Biting her lip, Chi Huan was about to speak, but the man who heard the movement just turned around.
Shen Jing's straight gaze fell on her face.
Their eyes met, Chi Huan met his eyes, and the content he had just organized and prepared suddenly became blank again.
Mo Shiqian looked at her, then lowered his head, looking at her bare feet on the carpet with her toes curled up.