That low and slightly confused tone seemed like he really didn't notice her eyes, but just looked at her deeply and secretly.
Wen Yi took a deep breath, retracted her gaze and continued her movements, helping him take off his shirt.
There is no bandage on his wound, and there is a shallow scab where the bullet penetrated, but it has not completely grown back. If soaked in water, it is indeed likely to return to its original shape.
After throwing away her shirt, she stood up and turned around, "Take off your pants yourself."
The man's voice was deep, "I can't."
“…”
"Mo Shichen, don't push yourself too far, take it off quickly."
After saying this, she turned around again.
He stopped talking, and what she received in response was silence, not even the sound of ripples in the water.
She waited for almost a minute, and finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned back to look at him. Then she realized that what this man looked like just now was what he looked like now.
Wen Yi was really annoyed by his behavior. She gritted her teeth and said coldly, "If you like to take it off, take it off, wash it or not, if you can, just sit in the bathtub all night."
After saying these words, she walked out with a breath of air.
When she went out, she didn't forget to put on the doorknob, and then slammed the door so hard that the whole bedroom shook.
But other than that, it was completely quiet, and the man said nothing.
After Wen Yi rushed out of the bathroom, she threw herself straight onto the bed. Even so, she was still angry. She turned over and rolled back and forth several times, almost from the head to the end of the bed. Even so, she could not calm down.
That man clearly did it on purpose, and it was this routine from beginning to end. He could say shameless things like not taking off his clothes and taking a shower. He was really getting thicker and thicker by the day.
She closed her eyes, determined to ignore him.
Five minutes passed and she calmed down a bit.
Ten minutes passed, and she realized something was wrong. Why was she consciously staying in his bedroom? Could it be that she was really waiting for him to come out after taking a shower? Just now, he grabbed her waist when she was about to leave, but now no one is stopping her.
Thinking of this, she immediately sat up. Just as she was about to get up and go out, she remembered that she was wearing a bathrobe, and it was a man's bathrobe. Her clothes were still in the bathroom, and they were wet. .
She thought about it and realized that she didn't pack much when she left the manor. If Mo Shichen hadn't specifically ordered the servants to clean up her things and throw them out, there should still be her clothes in the cloakroom.
The person had already walked to the door, and held the door handle and opened the door, but he still didn't step out with his raised feet.
After a few seconds, he took it back.
She closed the door, sat back down, and raised her wrist to look at her watch.
Half an hour passed and there was no movement.
An hour passed and there was still no movement.
Wen Yi closed her eyes and opened them half a minute later. She smiled to herself, "Okay, he's really good, he's ruthless, he won."
When she opened the bathroom door again, the man sitting in the water opened his eyes and looked up at her.
When their eyes met, she really couldn't tell whether these black eyes, as deep as an ancient well on a moonlit night, were confused or awake.
Wen Yi said in an emotionless voice, "I thought you were asleep."
The corners of his lips curved into a strange arc, staring straight at her, and said hoarsely, "I fell asleep, but the water turned cold and woke me up."
"You're not afraid that I'll run away. You didn't forget to hold me while I was asleep. You just sat in the water and didn't worry about me leaving."
Mo Shichen looked at her for a while, then smiled slowly and gently, "I will catch a cold. If you don't care about it, then there is no point in forcing you to stay tonight. I will continue to work hard tomorrow."
Wen Yi pursed her lips and didn't speak for a while.
She walked in anyway and leaned down to touch the water in the bathtub. It had been an hour and the water couldn't get any colder.
"Take off your pants and I'll fill you up again."
This time he responded simply and neatly, "Yeah, okay."
The man got out of the bathtub, put his bare feet on the ground, stood aside and lowered his head to unbuckle his belt, and took off his trousers that were brought out of the water.
Wen Yi drained the water in the bathtub and then filled most of the bathtub with hot water.
There was a sound of clothes being thrown aside. Before Wen Yi could react, she was hugged by a man from behind, "Yi'er."
"You're cold and wet. I've already finished taking a shower. Don't hug me."
He rested his chin on her shoulder and smiled lowly, "I thought you were gone."
He even heard the door open.
Wen Yi stared at the water being poured and the slowly gathering steam, "If I leave, when will you get out of the bathtub?"
"I don't know, I probably figured it out as soon as I figured it out."
He just didn't want to move for a while. Too much alcohol had made him numb and dull. He was a little drunk and tired. If he didn't need to be awake, he just wanted to rest. Even if he was sitting in cold water, he actually didn't feel anything.
"You should take a shower. If you let me wash you, I might splash water on your wound. I've been having trouble all night. You're tired and I'm tired too. I'll wait for you outside."
"Not leaving?"
"I left just now."
"good."
The man brushed the hair around her ears with his slender fingers, lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek, "You go find a nightgown and change into it. My bathrobe got wet."
Wen Yi didn't answer, she pushed his hand away and walked out quietly.
Fifteen minutes later.
Because Mo Shichen's bathrobe was taken off by Wen Yi, he could only pull off a bath towel and wrap it around his waist before walking out.
The big light in the bedroom was turned off, leaving only two dim bedside lamps beside the bed.
The woman's slender figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.
Mo Shichen looked at her, his eyes suddenly darkened, his breathing became heavy, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, but when he saw the fireworks flickering between her fingers, he suddenly frowned.
Wen Yi's hair was mostly blow-dried, but maybe because she didn't have much patience, it was still a little wet. She didn't listen to his instructions to find a nightgown, but took out a white men's shirt from the closet. Put it on casually.
Cool and sexy.
It could have been extremely pleasing to the eye and the eyes, especially when a woman is willing to take the initiative to wear men's clothes. What it means is self-evident.
If she didn't have a cigarette in her hand.
She stood there, as if admiring the night view outside the window, smoking casually and skillfully.
Mo Shichen immediately moved his long legs to her body, put one hand around her waist and pulled her into his arms, while the other hand skillfully snatched the cigarette from her fingers and extinguished it.
He stared down at her face and said in a tight voice, "Why do you smoke?"
Wen Yi seemed to realize that he had come out only when he touched her. She looked up at his handsome face and then at the half cigarette that he had taken away. There was an indifferent expression on her face, "It's boring, just right." I saw your cigarette and lighter still on the bedside, so I lit one, so there’s no need for such a big reaction, right?”