The only pet cute wife, Mo Shao's apex treasure

Demi picked up the towel and hair dryer, and walked slowly behind Mo Chengan.

He was still sitting at the table by the window, his black eyes kept looking outside.

At this time, the sky was as dark as ink, and there were only quiet scenes everywhere. Except for the occasional noise from the castle, it was already quiet outside.

The location of the castle was in the outskirts, and there were no other houses nearby, and even the security was handled by a specially hired security company.

The sound of the hair dryer "whoosh" sounded nearby, and the girl's slender fingers were inserted into his hair, slowly passing by, accompanied by the warm wind from the hair dryer, like wheat waves blown by the wind in the summer field.

Mo Chengan looked down at his fingers slightly.

My younger sister often mentioned at home that everything about him was good and handsome, but it was just his hands that didn't inherit the slender joints like his father.

On the contrary, it seems a bit fleshy.

But he'd seen Demi's.

Although she has a slightly round face, her fingers are thin and beautiful.

In addition, her skin is extremely good, as delicate as a baby's, which made Mo Chengan suddenly have some complicated pictures in his mind.

"Cough!" He coughed quickly, interrupting his thoughts.

It's so unorthodox.

"Master Mo, are you uncomfortable?" Demi turned off the hair dryer, a little nervous.

She hurriedly walked to the front, studying Mo Chengan's expression.

That handsome face fell in front of her eyes, the two of them were actually very close, and they could even see each other's thick eyelashes.

From Mo Chengan's point of view, the girl's worried face seemed to be glowing.

There was a very faint crimson color on her warm cheeks, and her eyes were full of concern.

This made him subconsciously lick his lips.

"It's a little hot." Demi's cold fingertips touched the man's cheek.

Then he moved up and touched his forehead.

"The face is a little hot, but the forehead is not. What's going on?"

Full of suspicion, she subconsciously put her hand on Mo Chengan's cheek again.

Maybe he was facing out of the window, the light of the light was covered by shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.

Then he bent down again and got closer, blinked his eyes suddenly, and exclaimed, "Master Mo, why are you so red in the face!"

Mo Chengan jumped up as if he was stabbed by something.

"I do not have!"

He quickly pushed away the chair and stood one meter away from Demi.

There was an inexplicable stammer in the voice, "I, I, I, I just got red after soaking in the bath for too long."

"So that's the case." Demi caressed her heart and breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, okay."

Looking at her current expression, Mo Chengan blurted out, "Are you worried about me?"

"Of course."

She admitted directly, slightly embarrassed, and gently squeezed her palm.

"After all, I'm the one responsible for taking care of you. If you get sick, I'm sure I can't shirk my responsibility."

The next moment, Demi had a smile on her face again.

"Fortunately not, I said that although Young Master Mo looks very thin and weak, a man of your age should be very strong."

The word strong should be a compliment.

But Mo Chengan didn't have any superfluous thoughts other than dissatisfaction.

He stared at the annoying little maid, sat back in his chair, and ordered in a low voice, "Stop blowing."

"Ok."

Demi looked at the time on the clock on the wall, and quickly went over to fold up her easel and put it beside her.

"It's getting late, if there is no other order, I will go back first."

It was past nine o'clock, so she naturally wanted to go back to rest.

But Mo Chengan stopped him directly.

The handsome brows frowned slightly, "Are you sure you want to go back to live in that room?"