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Chapter 702 The Self-Cultivation of the Vase Gold Master 21
Thinking of this, Mu Shiqiu put aside the subtle feeling in his heart, and planned to ignore it.

Taking the initiative to take two steps forward, he leaned close to Yan Luo from behind, and the distance between the two suddenly became extremely close. His temperature came through through two thin layers of fabric, mixed with his breath.

Yan Luo looked up at him, his eyes were slightly calm, and his expression was a little stubborn. In fact, his face still had a little childishness, not that kind of childishness, but a feeling that makes people look very comfortable and small.

He raised his hand, tentatively wrapping around Yan Luo's waist.

Yan Luo's plane was almost 1.7 meters long, and he was a full 1.9 meters tall. He was still a head taller than Yan Luo. With his head lowered like this, he felt an indescribable feeling when he met Yan Luo's gaze.

Looking at her helplessly like this, I feel a little helpless and a little pitiful.

The big bad wolf that was originally carrying his pocket suddenly turned into a bewildered little wolf dog, and lost the initiative all of a sudden, making Mu Shiqiu look a little dazed, Yan Luo couldn't help but twitch his lips slightly. hook.

"You..." Mu Shiqiu couldn't help rubbing his hands on Yan Luo's waist, looked down at her, and said dryly, "Are you hungry?"

Yan Luo didn't struggle, but lowered his eyes slightly, thought for a while, "It's a little bit."

"I only have noodles here."

"You did it yourself?"

Yan Luo raised his eyebrows.

"kindness."

"Okay, you don't mind if I go to take a shower and get you a change of clothes?"

Yan Luo glanced at her tube top dress, because it had to be stuck so that it would not fall down, so tube top dresses were generally made tighter, so it was inevitable that she would feel some discomfort after wearing them for a long time.

Coupled with the makeup that wasn't too heavy but still made people feel bored, Yan Luo couldn't help but want to take a bath to clean himself up.

There was steam on his face, and the hand that was originally on Yan Luo's waist was withdrawn at once. Mu Shiqiu took a few steps back, turned around and walked to his bedroom to find a piece that he had only worn twice. The shirt, went out and handed it to Yan Luo.

Seeing her yawn slightly, her face still slightly cold, she took the clothes in his hand and walked towards the bathroom.

After he couldn't see the figure of this person, Mu Shiqiu reacted suddenly, lowered his head and looked at his hand, with a little bewilderment in his eyes, as if he still didn't quite understand how it happened.

Finally, hearing the sound of water in the bathroom, I felt something was wrong in my heart, but I couldn't tell at all. I rubbed my fingertips slightly, as if I could still feel the soft temperature of her waist, tainted with the smell of her body.

Those who teased him directly fell to the bottom.

Obviously, he was the one who hinted at her... right?

Mu Shiqiu raised his head in a daze and glanced at his bathroom door again, then turned around and obediently cooked noodles for Yan Luo.

In the end, she saw Yan Luo wearing his loose shirt, sitting on the sofa at home, with a bowl of steaming noodles in front of her, she was picking up the noodles bit by bit with chopsticks, blowing it to cool, and then putting it into her mouth.

In the middle of the bowl of noodles was an extremely beautiful fried egg, which was thrown aside by Yan Luo, who focused on the few green vegetables and the thin noodles in the bowl wholeheartedly.

Looking at it like this, Mu Shiqiu still couldn't recover.

(End of this chapter)