"Squeak-" There was another soft sound, and the man slowly pushed open the window, and then jumped in.
Flower picker!
This was the first thought that entered Mo Chuan's mind.
He pushed out the window without thinking, and then jumped in. The place he landed was no longer in his room, but in Shen Ning's room.
Looking up, he saw a figure in white, holding a bamboo basket in his hand, walking slowly towards Shen Ning who was lying on the bed.
The flower-picking thief might have been too focused, and Mo Chuan's movements were swift and light, and he landed silently. He didn't even notice that there was an extra person in the room.
Shen Ning didn't like to sleep with curtains hanging, she always felt stuffy, so the curtains made of light gauze were hung on both sides of the bed with two small silver hooks and were not put down.
Therefore, her sleeping posture was clearly visible to the two men.
A ray of moonlight shone faintly in front of the bed, illuminating her entire face.
Her sleeping face was sweet, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and she was smiling slightly, as if she was having a good dream.
A jade arm like a snow lotus root was placed on her chest, and the pillow was covered with green silk. She was covered with a water-red brocade embroidered quilt, one corner of which fell diagonally outside the bed.
Even when she was sleeping, she was tightly dressed, with only half of her arms exposed, but her lazy and carefree sleeping posture carried an indescribable allure, firmly attracting the attention of the figure in white. .
He stood quietly three feet in front of the bed, put down the bamboo basket in his hand, and stared at her sleeping face without making a sound.
Under the bright moonlight, Mo Chuan discovered that what the flower picker brought was actually a basket full of eggs.
This flower picker also gives eggs to the flowers he wants to pick
Mo Chuan found that he could not understand this thief.
He was confused and decided to wait and see what happened without alerting the strange thief.
He has a calm personality, and makes decisions before taking action when encountering problems. He never makes rash judgments, especially now.
If this flower picker really wanted to do something to her, he would have time to do it when the time comes.
Finally, the figure in white moved.
He quietly took a step forward, looking at her fair and delicate pretty face without blinking. Finally, he slowly bent down, held his breath, and kissed his slightly upturned cheek, which he had been thinking about for a long time. red lips.
Mo Chuan was angry!
Ganqing is really a flower-picking thief. She actually dares to do such a dirty deed under his nose. He will never spare him!
"Sir, you are so skilled, but you didn't expect to do such a despicable and shameless activity of picking flowers, don't you feel ashamed!"
The lips were about to touch, and a faint sweetness lingered in his nose. When the man in white was intoxicated, he suddenly heard a sneer from behind, causing him to suddenly break out in a cold sweat.
He straightened his back suddenly and turned around.
With his skill, he would not notice until someone approached him. When he found Mo Chuan standing less than a foot away behind him, his eyes suddenly turned cold.
This man in black suddenly and silently appeared in her room, he must have some evil intentions.
He questioned whether he was a despicable and shameless flower picker. Maybe he was the real despicable and shameless flower picker!
"Where did you come from!" The man in white asked in a deep voice.
"Where did you come from!" Mo Chuan retorted coldly.
The moonlight shone on the face of the man in white, and his hair was blown up by the wind blowing from the window. He was dressed in white clothes and spotless, with eyes like stars and a face like jade.
"It's you!"
Seeing his face, Mo Chuan suddenly froze and blurted out.