good night warlord

"Xianmin, come out for tea."

Hearing grandpa's yell, Mo Nanzhi subconsciously wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held by the man.

His hands were moist after drying. It turned out that when he talked about his childhood, he had already washed all the dishes.

"Well, my grandfather called you."

The man held her hand, turned around, looked at her slightly reddish shy expression, her Adam's apple rolling:

"Call again, Zhizhi."

Mo Nanzhi lowered her eyelids, such an intimate name made her ears warm:

"A Xian."

His knuckles gently raised her little face, and she bowed her head.

Mo Nanzhi grabbed the shirt material on his body, knowing that he was going to kiss her, he closed his eyes nervously and expectantly.

"Xianmin, you..."

It was only after Mo Songlin came over that he realized what they were doing. He hurriedly stopped talking and turned around. An embarrassing cough came from behind him, which made him a little regretful.

Okay, what kind of tea should I make?

"Well, I didn't see anything, you go on, go on."

Mo Nanzhi blushed when she heard the words of her grandfather that there is no silver 300 taels here. She glared at him in embarrassment and complained in a low voice:

"It's all your fault."

Chi Xianmin chuckled: "It doesn't matter, it's just a kiss, not to mention that I haven't kissed yet."

He looked indifferent, when grandpa caught them kissing, and they were still in the kitchen, Mo Nanzhi felt ashamed to go out to see grandpa.

Push him out of the kitchen: "Grandpa calls you, go quickly."

Listening to his low laughter, Mo Nanzhi felt her face was burning hot. She must be very red at the moment.

After closing the kitchen door, she hurriedly turned on the tap and washed her face with cold water to cool herself down.

Chi Xianmin and his grandfather could be heard talking outside, and Mo Nanzhi got used to it for a while before he began to tidy up the dishes.

After putting away the bowls and chopsticks, Mo Nanzhi picked up the rag again...

"If you keep wiping it down, the kitchen can be used as a mirror. Are you going to sleep in the kitchen tonight? It's so clean."

The man's sudden voice startled Mo Nanzhi.

She turned around and saw him lazily leaning against the door, with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking at her with a leisurely smile.

He should have taken a shower, and he was wearing grandpa's pajamas. Grandpa's pajamas were very old, and the color was old-fashioned, but when he wore them, he felt retro and fashionable, and it didn't violate harmony at all.

His hair wasn't blown dry, just brushed, and the black hair looked damp and stiff.

Mo Nanzhi panicked when he saw it, and explained:
"I... I was thinking about going to the capital city, and clean up the sanitation."

The man stepped over with long legs, took her hand holding the rag, stretched it under the faucet, turned on the hot water, and rinsed it seriously.

"I'll do it myself, I'll be seen later by grandpa..." She wanted to withdraw her hand, but he held it tightly:
"Don't move, grandpa has already fallen asleep and will not come to the kitchen again."

Under his gentle whisper, Mo Nanzhi stopped struggling, and was held in his arms, rubbing his fingertips earnestly.

The hand sanitizer rubbed between their fingers to form gentle and soft bubbles. His fingers rubbed hers and kneaded her fingertips. During the normal cleaning process, Mo Nanzhi became nervous again.

His fingers were entangled with hers, and his breathing was also entangled with hers. Mo Nanzhi's mouth became dry:
"Yes, it's alright."

The man's voice is right next to her ear:

"Well, it's ok, go back to your room, grandpa arranged for me to sleep in your room."

Mo Nanzhi opened his mouth:

"...No... Isn't there another room?"

"Grandpa said, it's only one night today, and it will be very troublesome to pack up when I go to the capital tomorrow."

"I, I'll clean up." Mo Nanzhi always felt that it was inappropriate to sleep together now.

The man smiled, grabbed her heart to clean up, led her to the bedroom, and pointed to the floor:
"I've packed it up, you sleep on the bed, I sleep on the floor."

Mo Nanzhi saw the bedding and pillows already spread on the ground:
"Forehead……"

Only then did Chi Xianmin let go of her hand and explained:

"I said, on the wedding night... Now, I don't want to ask for trouble."

His words made her face heat up, especially his narrow smile, as if he had seen through her.

"Oh...then I'll take a shower."

She found that she didn't resist sharing a room with him because she believed he would do what he said.

She ran to the closet, took out the pajamas for bathing, and was about to go to the bathroom, when Chi Xianmin raised his hand to block her:
"Why didn't I see you taking pajama pants?"

"My pajamas are skirts, no pajama pants."

The man's eyes darkened, and he pinched her chin:
"Little girl, do you think too highly of me? You sleep in the same room with me and dare to wear skirts."

With just a casual glance, he could imagine how delicious she would look when she came out of the shower and changed into her pajamas.

She thinks highly of him so much, thinking that he will be able to hold back everything?
She wanted to torture him intentionally, right?

"This...is pajamas?" Mo Nanzhi really didn't understand what he meant, didn't he tell her to take a bath?Don't you wear pajamas after taking a shower? Do you wear jeans?

Chi Xianmin stepped to her closet in two steps, swept his fingers through the closet one by one, and finally picked out two clothes and stuffed them into her hands:

"Wear this to sleep."

Mo Nanzhi looked at the jeans and sweater in his hand in surprise, dumbfounded:
"Why? This is autumn and winter outerwear, not pajamas. It's summer now."

"I'll turn down the air conditioner when it's hot. When you get married, you can wear as much as you like. I prefer nothing. But tonight, you'd better wrap me up tightly, otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences."

Mo Nanzhi really wanted to go up and cover his mouth. This man is sometimes affectionate and touching, and sometimes the words of tiger and wolf are full of anger. He said it happily, but the sound insulation here is average. Sleeping next door, what should I do if I hear it?
However, she also understood the real reason why he didn't allow her to wear a nightdress.

She was a little dumbfounded:
"Then should I put on another pair of cotton socks?"

The man lowered his head and glanced at her toes, like jade, his Adam's apple rolled:
"take."

Mo Nanzhi looked into his deep eyes, and suddenly realized that his request was not funny at all, why would he be patient, it was just for her.

"I went to take a shower."

She lowered her head, carried her clothes and passed in front of him to the bathroom.

Chi Xianmin hummed, and when he heard the door closing, he sat down on the floor and habitually took out the lighter and cigarettes. After pulling out a cigarette and holding it in his mouth, he threw the cigarette case and lighter aside.

He is very addicted to smoking, he has not smoked for a day today, depending on the situation, he will have to endure it tonight.

With his hands resting behind his head, his long legs were curled up and one foot was laid up leisurely, the cigarette on his mouth was boringly held in his mouth, his eyes were closed, and the sound of flowers and water in the bathroom sounded in his ears.

The sound of the water stopped, and the sound of the girl walking in slippers was as clear as it was right next to his ears.

The door opened, Mo Nanzhi looked at the slender man lying on the ground, and his voice was a little nervous:
"Ah Xian, I...I finished washing~"