Anyone who has followed my articles should know that as long as I start the article, I will never stop updating it until it is finished. (emphasis here)
I may not write well enough, but I have my own ethics, so you can rest assured.
The young master’s character may be average, but his writing skills are absolutely top-notch, ha~! ~
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He raised his hand to touch his wet hair, wiped it with a towel, cleaned up the bathroom briefly, took out the washed clothes from the bathroom, walked out of the bathroom, and took them to the balcony to dry.
Just in time, Ji Mo came out with the washed fruits. When he raised his face, he saw her raising her arms and weighing her feet to hang the clothes hanger with difficulty.
The clothes drying rack has been used for many years and is a bit aged. The upper and lower pulleys are rusty and not smooth. It is still a bit difficult to use it given Ye Qiao's height.
"I'll do it!" Ji Mo strode over, reached out to take the skirt in her hand and hung it on the hanger, "Is there any more?"
"This!" Ye Qiao raised his hand and handed over a clothes hanger with her bra and panties on it.
He was slightly startled, then reached out to take it and hang it on the hanger.
"Eat fruit!"
His face was pretending to be natural, but his eyes didn't dare to look at her.
Ye Qiao responded, walked over and sat on the sofa, pinched a piece of orange and ate to hide his nervousness.
Because she was afraid that the orange juice would drip on her clothes, she leaned slightly and bit the orange in her hand, wanting to see his reaction, but she was also afraid that he would accidentally read her thoughts.
Ji Mo originally turned around and followed her into the living room.
The original idea was very simple, just for the two of us to eat some fruit and watch a movie together.
However, when he thought of her underwear on the hanger, he couldn't calm down, and the little fire in his heart instantly made his internal organs a little dry.
He didn't want to look at her, but his eyes couldn't help but look at her.
The clothes were still a little too big for her, especially because the neckline of the sportswear was already big. She leaned slightly, and the fair skin on her chest was fully exposed, especially when a shadow could be vaguely seen. …
Ji Mo forced himself to look away and took the water glass on the table to moisten his dry lips and tongue. He moved sideways not far from her, facing the TV, and whispered, "Want to watch a movie?"
Ye Qiao threw away the orange peel in his hand, "What movie do you have?"
"Let me take a look." Ji Mo reached for the remote control on the coffee table. Ye Qiao happened to bend over to use a tissue to wipe his hands. Inadvertently, the side of his palm was rubbed together. Both of them felt a numbness on their skin, subconsciously. Take your hand back.
"I want to get paper!"
"I want to get the remote control!"
So, they all coincidentally helped each other get what they wanted and sent it over.
"Give!"
They looked at each other and smiled at the same time, but they felt a little indescribable happiness in their hearts - they didn't expect the other party to have such a tacit understanding.
Ji Mo turns on the TV and Ye Qiao wipes his fingers.
While wiping, I looked at him quietly, looking everywhere. He was sitting upright, staring at the screen, holding the remote control in his hand, and seemed to have no intention of messing around at all.
Brat, do you really want to watch a movie with her? !
"What kind do you like to watch?"
Entering the movie page, Ji Mo asked sideways.
"I..." Ye Qiao crossed her long legs, "Let's watch a horror movie!"
Then she pretended to be scared and crawled into his arms. She didn't believe that he could still sit still in his arms? !
As if he didn't expect that she would propose this genre, Ji Mo flipped through the film library and asked, "Is this okay?"
"OK!"
Ye Qiao said casually.
Anyway, she didn't really want to watch a movie.
Pressing the play button, Ji Mo leaned his back on the sofa, his arms hanging naturally to his side, and when his right hand fell, the back of his hand just touched her knee.
Originally, the two of them were sitting not far apart. Ye Qiao crossed his long legs, naturally the distance became shorter.