Hold on to the owner

After returning to the room and locking the door, the first thing Wuhen did was to go to the bathroom to adjust the water temperature, and took out Yan Moqing's home clothes to call her "master" to take a bath first.

Yan Moqing got up from the sofa, walked to the bathroom door and passed Wuhen, and suddenly reached out to grab her arm.

"En?" Wuhen was puzzled, and looked at her with big black and white eyes: "What's wrong?"

Yan Moqing smiled at the corners of his eyes, but his face was always serious: "I'm tired, come in and give me a massage."

"Now...now?"

Wuhen's tongue was tied, but what she actually wanted to ask was: Massage while taking a bath?Aren't the two going to be honest with each other?But before she could ask these words, a red glow appeared suspiciously on her face.

"Of course." It was rare that Yan Moqing still had a serious face, making no one see a single flaw.

"But...but..."

Wuhen didn't say why for a long time. For Yan Moqing's proposal, she had some expectation in her heart, but she was more nervous and shy.

The last time I just kissed her secretly while she was drunk, I almost lost my temper. If she is really naked* in the same bathroom, and she is invited to "hands on her hands", wouldn't it be drywood meeting a fire? It's out of control.

No, no, no, Wuhen shook his head subconsciously, Mo Qing just let her go for a massage, if the last one can't control it and develops like that, even if Mo Qing is not angry, he can't forgive himself no matter what.

Yan Moqing looked at Wuhen with a troubled face, frowning in thought, his heart was already full of joy.She intentionally teased her for a while longer, so she simply used force to drag him into the bathroom.

After closing the door with a "snap", Yan Moqing began to undress without saying a word, and threw the coat in the hall as early as entering the door.Now Yan Moqing's upper body is not only a corset, but also a thinner white shirt and a sleeveless woolen waistcoat.She raised her hand and took off the vest first, and hung it on the floor hanger beside her.

Wuhen moved slowly back to the door without knowing when, and was leaning against the translucent frosted glass at this moment, with his hands crossed in front of his chest and twisting subconsciously.

Yan Moqing glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, and after a chuckle, his slender fingers landed on the top button of the shirt.

one...two...

Wuhen swallowed subconsciously, for some reason, she suddenly felt that Yan Moqing's action of unbuttoning was much slower than before, or maybe she was too impatient to feel that it was slow?

This thought made her feel ashamed for a moment, and she lowered her head subconsciously, but happened to see that the gully with a different kind of temptation in the third button just undone was already looming and ready to come out.

Without even thinking about it, Wuhen raised his right hand to cover his eyes, at the same time his left hand quickly circled behind him and fumbled to open the door, and while slowly moving back, he replied with a trembling tone: "I... You wash it out...press it again, I'll go out first."

After saying this, I don't know what kind of movement technique was used. In a blink of an eye, the person was already outside the bathroom. After closing the door carefully, he ran away.

If it wasn't for her self-cultivation, Yan Moqing would have burst into laughter at this time: Wuhen... This appearance is simply too cute... She doesn't know how many lifetimes of blessings she has cultivated to find such a treasure.

The sound of rushing water came from the bathroom, and Wuhen knew that Yan Moqing had already started taking a bath.I don't know if I rejected her proposal, did I make the other party unhappy?

Sitting on the sofa in the living room and looking at Pingting's figure reflected in the glass door, she always felt a little distracted, so Wuhen simply turned around and went to the bedroom to help Yan Moqing make the bed first.

After everything was tidied up, Wuhen went to the living room to pick up her carry-on luggage and wanted to go to her room to put it away and tidy up briefly.They opened the door one by one and went in, only to find that apart from Yan Moqing's bedroom just now, there was no room in this house where there was a bed.

No, she was a little puzzled: I heard that only the Japanese room slept on the floor, besides, didn't Mo Qing's room just now have a bed?How come you don't have it here?Moreover, she carried a small backpack and looked back and forth for a long time, and it seemed that there was no room that looked like it was used for sleeping.

Needless to say the kitchen, the furnishings of the study are also very clear at a glance. Apart from the open-air balcony, there is a cloakroom on the second floor, which contains nothing but wardrobes and shoe cabinets. There is also a laundry room that looks like a laundry room, although she doesn't understand why The laundry room is not built next to the bathroom, but it seems that these are not what she should consider at the moment.

No bedroom... so what to do...

Somehow, Wuhen's first thought was not to sleep on the sofa, but to wonder if Mo Qing would agree if she said she was going to have a squeeze.

When Yan Mo came out wiping her hair with a snow-white towel, what she saw was this scene: Wuhen was sitting on the sofa with her chin resting on her hands, her backpack was casually placed on the coffee table beside her, and the expression on her face , can neither be said to be happy, nor really distressed, with a little expectation, and a smile of unknown meaning.

In short, even Yan Moqing, who has always watched countless people, didn't understand it for a while.

"I'm fine, you go." Yan Moqing walked in front of her, bowed his head and said casually.

"Oh, good." Wuhen was brought back to his senses, like a child who was caught doing something bad, a little flustered, got up, picked up his backpack and walked towards the bathroom.

"Wait." Yan Moqing stared at the backpack in her hand amusedly: "It's just a shower, you don't need to bring all the clothes in."

"Oh...oh, yes." Wuhen blushed again in embarrassment: "I forgot."

After saying this, he turned around and put his backpack back on the coffee table, took out his home clothes for a change, and went to the bathroom as if fleeing.

Yan Moqing was a little puzzled for a while, but when she walked into the bathroom and saw the brand new bedding on the bed not long ago, she smiled suddenly: It turns out...that there is no bedroom for her.

At this time, when he savored the expression on Wuhen's face just now, the smile on Yan Moqing's lips became stronger: Maybe she is not uninspired, but she is too conservative and careful, for fear of acting too radically Will make yourself unhappy?

Wuhen was a bit absent-minded in taking a bath, forgot to apply body wash for a while, and daubed the shampoo on his body for a while, finally rinsed off, took a large bath towel to dry them one by one, and hesitated before going out up.

How should I tell Mo Qing when I go out?I don't know if she knows that there is only one bedroom in this house?In case of being rejected, that would be too embarrassing, how can I face her in the future?Or... let's just sleep on the sofa...it's safer...

But after thinking about it, she felt a little reconciled in her heart. For some reason, Wuhen always felt that this was a god-sent opportunity, and she could use this to further draw the relationship between her and Mo Qing closer.

Maybe when she went out, Mo Qing would already be asleep?At that time, I will not be able to sleep on the sofa.It might as well be like this. After a lot of hard work, Wuhen made a secret decision in his heart: First, let's see if Mo Qing slept or not. Why not just ask boldly, maybe you will succeed...

Wuhen calmed down, unscrewed the door and went out of the bathroom. When he saw the light still on in Yan Moqing's room, he felt a sudden joy in his heart: Haven't slept yet?has hope.

Wuhen moved slowly to the door of Yan Moqing's bedroom, and when he looked up, he saw that he was leaning on the bed and reading documents.

"Washed?" Yan Moqing raised his eyelids to look at her, and asked lightly.

"kindness."

While Wuhen was talking, he sneaked forward half an inch: "Are you still asleep?"

Yan Moqing casually glanced at the mobile phone beside him: "It's only ten o'clock, it's still early."

"Oh."

After Wuhen said this sentence, he was speechless, and a voice in his heart kept agitating: Speak, ask, don't you just boldly ask if you are not asleep?Open your mouth.

However, he hesitated for a while, but couldn't open his mouth no matter what.

It was Yan Moqing who put down the document first, looked up at her and asked, "What's the matter, is there something wrong?"

"Well... yes... no..."

Yan Moqing laughed: "Is there really?"

"Yes." Wuhen nodded obediently.

"What's the matter?" Yan Mo asked.

"I... I want to ask... can I..."

Yan Moqing stared at her fixedly, Wuhen was suddenly discouraged for some reason, and the conversation changed to: "Can you blow-dry your hair?"

Yan Moqing's expression was obviously puzzled, of course, there was a suppressed smile on closer inspection.

But Wuhen has already bravely explained: "Uh, it's like this. It is said in the book that sleeping with wet hair is easy to get a headache. I'm afraid you will have a headache."

Yan Moqing really couldn't hold back his smile, relying on the strong endurance he had trained in the past, he nodded his head pretending to be serious: "You're right, well, I agree."

"Oh, then... I'll go out to get a hair dryer..." Wuhen scolded himself in his heart that it was useless, turned around and went out the door with his head down.

When her figure disappeared, Yan Moqing, who couldn't help but cover his mouth and laugh, collapsed on the soft mattress under him.

When Wuhen came back with a hair dryer a while later, Yan Moqing returned to his usual cold and indifferent look.

Plugged in the hair dryer, walked to Yan Moqing's side on the bed, Wuhen gently grabbed her smooth long hair and started blowing it carefully.Different from the random thoughts in the bathroom before, when she was doing things related to the person in front of her, she always looked like she had no other thoughts.

Until, Yan Moqing pretended to be casual and said: "You can sleep here tonight."

"Ah?" The "whirring" noise of the hair dryer came from his ear, and Wuhen thought that he must be hallucinating at that moment.

"Isn't there only one bedroom here? Where else would you sleep if you don't sleep here?" Yan Mo turned to look at her.

Wuhen asked subconsciously: "How do you know?"

Yan Moqing looked calm: "I just took a look at it while you were taking a shower."

"Oh."

After Wuhen answered, he was speechless, bowed his head and concentrated on blowing his hair, but in his heart, he was already happy...

God, God, this must be God!