Touch the cold

Mo Zijin was stunned immediately after seeing this thing, his lower abdomen sank inexplicably, and he buried his head even lower, feeling so embarrassed to see Qin Yi's clothes.

Seeing the change in Mo Zijin's expression, Qin Yi followed his gaze. After seeing the dirt, he closed his eyes and sighed. He raised his hand and pulled the quilt back, wrapped it around and sat on the ground. Mo Zijin hugged him in his arms and hugged him horizontally.

Mo Zijin felt that his body was floating, and he almost let out a sound. He subconsciously hooked Qin Yi's neck to prevent himself from falling. After he calmed down, he felt that this posture was too presumptuous. He wanted to take his hand off but couldn't. Dare to move around in Qin Yi's arms.

Qin Yi was originally a little angry and helpless, but now he wanted to laugh when he saw Mo Zijin's reaction, he deliberately moved towards the bed slowly, put the person in his arms on the inner side of the bed, and then went out of the room to send someone Get some bathwater to wash the man on the couch.

After Qin Yi opened the door and went out, Mo Zijin huddled weakly on the corner of the couch, nervously thinking about when Qin Yi found him, whether he saw his actions last night, and wondering if he really saw him How should we get along with Qin Yi in the future, these messy and unanswered thoughts mixed together, made Mo Zijin's mind sink even more, and he didn't hear the sound of water splashing in the room until Qin Yi stood in front of him again , he just came back to God.

"Take a bath." Qin Yi wrote on the paper.

"Ah?" Mo Zijin replied in a daze. It was only when he opened his mouth that he realized that his voice was very hoarse, and the fire in his throat made him frowned, and then shrank again. Was he unwilling? Feeling calm in front of Qin Yi, he shook his head and said, "No...no need."

Seeing Mo Zijin's appearance, Qin Yi snorted coldly, rolled up the paper in his hand, and threw the ink pen on the ground with a "slap", then picked up Mo Zijin who was on the couch again, and walked quickly to Beside the tub, with a loose hand, he was thrown into the tub, splashing the water in the tub splashing all over the floor.

Before Mo Zijin could react, he was thrown into the bucket, choked a few sips of water into it, finally touched the edge of the tub, lay on it coughing, quietly raised his eyes to look at Qin Yi, really regretted listening to him last night After hearing Song Boyi's words, he came to such a ghostly place and provoked this inexplicable thing.

"Wash it clean." Qin Yili said aloud from the side, his tone was calm but not angry, and his pronunciation was slightly different from ordinary people. After speaking, he turned and walked behind the screen.

"Qin..." Mo Zijin whispered to Qin Yi's back, thinking about it, she retracted into the bathtub, cleaning her body nervously and regretfully, the little marks left on it screamed His forehead is hot.

Qin Yi was standing in front of the window, playing with an incense burner in his hand, the wind blowing in from the window was blowing a strand of hair on his sideburns with a hint of coolness, but Qin Yi's mood was not as refreshing as this wind, Mo Zijin last night The look of dissatisfaction is still in his mind, and every time he thinks about it, he can't help shaking his hands.

After Mo Zijin finished washing, he just wanted to get up from the bathtub, but he remembered that his clothes were all on the couch, and there was nothing to cover his body except for the thin quilt soaked in water.Mo Zijin turned his head to look at the screen, there was no one there, even if he shouted something, Qin Yi would not be able to hear it.

There was no other way, he felt that he couldn't stay in the tub forever, so he picked up the thin quilt in the tub, twisted it around his body, and walked out from behind the screen dragging his body full of water, raised his eyes When he saw Qin Yi standing by the window, when his eyes met, he felt that he had never been so ashamed in his life.

Qin Yi looked at Mo Zijin, who was wet all over, with hair sticking to his shoulders and dripping water, couldn't help but twisted his eyebrows again, thinking that this person was really angry and funny, and "appreciated" him for a while. After seeing his appearance, he turned around and handed him two clean clothes.

Mo Zijin almost snatched the two pieces of clothes, and hurriedly hid behind the screen and changed them. After changing, he let out a long sigh of relief, turned around and wanted to walk out of the screen, but bumped into Qin Yi's body, shocked. He quickly took a step back, looked into Qin Yi's piercing eyes, and asked timidly: "Qin Yi, how much do you know and see about what happened last night?"

Qin Yi stared at him for a moment, then sighed heavily, dragged him to the table in the outer room, and wrote with a pen: "All."

The two scribbled words made Mo Zijin's face, which had just calmed down, burn up again.

Qin Yi pursed his lips slightly, paused the tip of his pen, and then wrote: "Perhaps I should have told you earlier, don't believe a word Song Boyi said, no matter it was before or in the future."

Mo Zijin nodded, his hair was still wet, and a few strands of hair stuck to his neck, clearly black and white.Qin Yi stared at those strands of hair for a moment, got up and found a clean cloth, and helped Mo Zijin gently wipe his hair.

Mo Zijin didn't dodge either, with his head slightly lowered, he sniffed at the scent of Jianan coming from Qin Yi's body, then raised his hand, and gently grabbed the corner of Qin Yi's waist.

Qin Yi was taken aback by Mo Zijin's action, sighed faintly, and still carefully wiped Mo Zijin's hair, and occasionally touched his neck and cheek with his fingers. warm.

After Mo Zijin's hair was completely dry, Qin Yi wrote on the paper: "Go back, staying here is not an option."

"En." Mo Zijin replied, but looked up at Qin Yi in confusion, and asked, "Where do you want to go back?"

"Qin's Mansion." Qin Yi wrote, the two black words on the paper carried the meaning of undeniable rejection.

Outside the Yicui Building, the sunlight was a bit dazzling, which made Mo Zijin feel dazed for a while. After walking a few steps, he felt pain in his waist and thighs, and he had no strength at all. Feeling some humiliating pain, she silently followed behind Qin Yi.

Qin Yi walked very slowly. He knew what Mo Zijin was feeling right now. Excessive indulgence would have to pay a price, but he was too lazy to take care of it and he didn't want to help him. He wanted to teach Mo Zijin a lesson, after all. Qin Yi's resentment and anger are never written on his face, but vented slowly in little actions.

After finally moving to the Qin Mansion and closing the gate, Qin Yi ignored Mo Zijin and walked into the house on his own, but Mo Zijin just stood at the door in a daze, really not knowing whether to stay or go .

Later that day, Song Boyi received a piece of paper brought by the servant of the Qin Mansion, with a few words written on it: "Don't think I don't want to kill you."

Song Boyi picked up the piece of paper, looked at the moonlight, shook his head and smiled, then let go of his fingers, let the piece of paper fall to the ground, and stomped hard on it.