"..."
Mo Yongheng was stunned.
Standing stiffly on the spot, maintaining the posture of bending over to hug her, staring at her with downcast eyes in disbelief.
What did she do just now
For a moment, Mo Yongheng's mind was blank.
After a while, regaining his senses, he reached out and touched his lips.
There is no temperature on it, leaving only a faint scent of jasmine, which is the smell of her body.
It seemed that at that moment, a certain nerve in his brain was broken.
Gritting his teeth and enduring it, the person holding his thigh did not notice the slightest danger, and was trying his best to climb his thigh along his thigh, trying to climb onto him.
The little hand was touching him insecurely...
"hiss!"
Mo Yongheng took a deep breath.
He cursed ten thousand times in his heart, but finally couldn't bear it anymore, picked her up again, and threw her to bed.
"Zheng Yan, I'm not allowed to move around, sleep well!"
"Uncomfortable..."
Zheng Yan turned over on the bed, rubbed herself against the pillow, and muttered aggrievedly.
Mo Yongheng told her not to move, but she moved even more.
Get into the bed by yourself, and get out by yourself.
She wrapped herself in a quilt like a cicada chrysalis, and kept yelling that she was on fire, and she was about to be burned to death, so Mo Yongheng should hurry up and save her.
Mo Yongheng was a little slower to react, and she started crying and cursing.
Is really crying.
Crying like you're going to cry yourself out.
Mo Yongheng never knew that she had so many tears that she couldn't stop crying.
After finally hugging her into his arms and coaxing her to sit obediently, he went to pour her a glass of water.
After she finished drinking, she began to complain that her body was sticky and uncomfortable.
"I want to take a shower." Zheng Yan sat on the edge of the bed and said like a normal person.
But now in Mo Yongheng's eyes, she is just a ticking time bomb.
If he doesn't go in and accompany her in bathing, she is afraid that she will drown herself in the bathtub.
If he went in, he was afraid that his blood vessels would burst in the bathroom, so he refused her request without hesitation.
"Sit still, I'll wring a towel to wipe your face."
Mo Yongheng hurriedly walked towards the bathroom, as if worried that if he walked too slowly, he would regret it.
When he wrung out the towel, the person who was sitting by the bed just now had already lay down and fell asleep.
It's just a blink of an eye, with a cute sleeping face, like an angel.
Mo Yongheng paused slightly, regained his senses, and continued walking forward.
He stopped in front of her, supported the edge of the bed with one hand, and gently wiped the tears on her face.
How strong the wine she chose, I'm afraid she didn't even think about it.
If it wasn't for his drinking capacity, how could she surprise him with her performance tonight
Mo Yongheng held a wet towel in his hand, and stared fixedly at the person in front of him.
The voice was low, with a hint of hoarseness.
"Zheng Yan, do you know what I'm thinking?"
"Know… "
The sudden answer made Mo Yongheng stunned.
Soon, she discovered that it was just the raving in her dream.
"Big brother is not angry... I don't climb walls, I am good..."
"..."
Mo Yongheng's body shook violently.
His eyes widened in astonishment, and he looked at the sleeping person.
What did she just say
Big brother.
climb the wall.
The picture in memory seems to be opened in front of my eyes.
Zheng Yan, who was small, had a fair, tender and beautiful face, and hung it on the wall of her house with an expression of envy.