Qing Muchen stopped walking and his back seemed to be stiff.
Mo Xier looked at him steadily, still waiting for his answer.
Qing Muchen was silent for about tens of seconds, turned his face slightly to the side, glanced at her sideways from the corner of his eye, and said expressionlessly, "Thinking too much."
Three words, the sound fell, and he continued to walk upstairs with his long legs.
Mo Xier also felt that he was thinking too much.
Maybe he came to find her just because she was gone and it was difficult to explain to the Mo family!
It was getting late at this time, so Mo Xier didn't dwell on this issue and followed him upstairs. After arriving at their bedroom, he didn't bother with the issue of room sharing. He found his own bathrobe and went directly to the bathroom.
They had already walked to the door. She lowered her eyes and stared at the deep V-neck and wide yukata in her arms. She suddenly turned around and returned to the closet.
Opening the door of the cupboard, she seemed to want to find another piece of pajamas to change into.
However, as he bent down and just stretched out his hand, without making any movement, Qing Muchen in the room suddenly said, "Just wear that one, you look better in that one!"
The tone is lazy, the ending is long, and every word is full of ridicule.
Mo Xi'er choked at his words, and her hands that were already ready to take the clothes were frozen there, her face a little embarrassed.
Qing Muchen glanced sideways at her, staring at her peach-pink profile under the light. He walked towards her in a few steps, pressed her hand that was frozen in the air, wrapped his big hand around hers, and helped her put it away. Coming back, leaning next to her, he stared at her leisurely, "Huh?"
It was a single word, and the tone was deliberately raised by him, lazily, just like his gaze falling on him, like the warm sun of a summer afternoon, making people's bones feel crispy.
The implications of his words were obvious.
He didn't want her to leave all her reserve in the room.
All her beauty, her delicacy, he wanted to see her unfold before his eyes.
Mo Xier's hand holding the bath towel tightened, and her fingers pulled on the belt of the bathrobe, wrapping it around her fingertips one by one, loosening it, and then wrapping it again, which seemed very awkward.
She was facing him sideways, and Qing Muchen couldn't see clearly the expression in her eyes at this moment.
From her increasingly red face, he thought she was embarrassed.
Based on Mo Xi'er's usual resistance to the intimacy between the two of them, he thought that with her personality, she would probably turn her head to the side later, raise her chin proudly, and lightly challenge him.
Or, reject his request directly.
However, Mo Xi'er surprised him tonight.
Qing Muchen's two guesses were both wrong!
Mo Xi'er turned her face, raised her eyes, met his eyes, and calmly replied with one word, "Okay!"
good
Qing Muchen was a little doubtful whether he heard correctly.
When it came out of her mouth, she still used such a calm and unsurprised tone.
good…
Qing Muchen leaned against the wall and slowly chewed on her word, feeling suddenly much happier.
Mo Xier actually entered the bathroom holding the same yukata.
The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom. She stayed in it for a long time, about half an hour before she slowly came out.
When she came out, she was wearing the bathrobe that Qing Muchen had teased. Her hair was wet and hanging casually on her shoulders. It lay close to her fair and translucent skin, like a visually striking painting, a picture of black and white intertwined. Look at it. The temperature in Qing Muchen's eyes suddenly became much hotter.