After returning to his residence, Ruan Xin dragged him into the house and lit the lamp. When he turned around and saw that his silly dog was still standing there, he had no choice but to walk over and help him take off his half-wet robe. He came down, but just halfway through taking off his clothes, Mo Zhifei suddenly stretched out his hand to hold down the hand that was around his waist. Then Ruixin raised his head in confusion. Maybe it was because of the light from the lamp, but he found that Mo Zhifei Zhi Fei's gaze became too hot, staring at Ruan Xin very closely and directly.
Ruan Xin tried to struggle, but failed to break away, so she had no choice but to say: "What are you doing-"
Before he finished speaking, Mo Zhifei leaned over and kissed him.
Every time Mo Zhifei kissed him in the past, most of the time it was in a hurry, and he was so aroused that he didn't need it. But this time, he kissed him very quietly, mingling with his lips and teeth, and tasting him carefully. It means lingering.
He kissed her deeply for a long time and finally left his lips. He held Ruan Xin's face and carefully looked at Ruan Xin's cool and beautiful eyebrows and the outline of his facial features.
"How kind your heart is." Mo Zhifei's voice was a bit muffled and hoarse, as if he was about to cry.
He didn't seem to understand at all, didn't understand at all, and didn't know who he was asking. He stared into Ruan Xin's eyes and said, "There's something wrong with Xin Xin."
Then he bit his lip and said in a mute voice that was aggrieved and domineering: "I want my heart."
Mo Zhifei let go of Ruan Xin in frustration, lowered his head and sat down on the couch beside him.
Like an autistic dog, it squeaked with its ears down and became silent and dejected.
Ruan Xin stood in front of the couch, silently looking at his head for a while, then pursed her lips that were a little wet and red from his kiss, rolled her eyes and looked around, found a towel, and pressed his head. Mo Zhifei shook for a moment and heard Ruan Xin whispering "Don't move" above his head. He then sat quietly on the couch and continued to be dejected, letting Ruan Xin dry his hair.
Ruan Xin wiped his hair quietly for a while, touched a handful of hair on the tip of his hair, as if he had discovered some new world, and whispered: "Master, a bunch of hair is sticking up here."
Mo Zhifei's face was still gloomy, and he stretched out his hand to touch it inexplicably, "Is there any?"
He didn't touch it, but Ruan Xin grabbed his hand and guided him to touch the small amount of hair, "Here."
Mo Zhifei touched it for a while, and the more he touched it, the more it became curled up. Ruan Xin held back a smile and combed it off for him, "Silly young master."
"I'm not stupid." Mo Zhifei groaned and wanted to put his hand down, but Ruan Xin grabbed his hand and didn't let him leave. He grabbed Mo Zhifei's hand and put it to his mouth, lowering his head. , kissed Mo Zhifei's fingers very carefully, but did not let go immediately. He put it against his warm lips and spoke. With each word he spoke, Mo Zhifei's fingers moved slightly.
Ruan Xin said, "Master, I think this is good."
Mo Zhifei looked up at Ruan Xin and said, "I thought I could give you something better."
"I already have it."
Mo Zhifei was stunned: "What?"
"I said, I already have the better one." Luan Xin said calmly and kissed the back of his hand again.
At that moment, Mo Zhifei felt his heart beating very hard. He couldn't help but use the strength of his hands to pull Ruan Xin into his arms. When Ruan Xin came closer, his body tensed up.
(End of chapter)