The first ray of sunlight in the morning slanted in and shone on the face of the handsome and picturesque man sitting on the lounge chair.
Mojia opened his eyes, his pupils were as dark as ink and still cold.
When he turned his head and saw the girl lying next to him, a crack slowly appeared in his cold eyes.
Her soft hair blocked her cheeks, and only a row of thick and curled eyelashes could be seen, casting a small row of silhouettes under the sunlight.
She slept deeply, and even snored slightly, like a little pig that had just eaten.
After seeing him last night, could she still sleep so defenselessly?
Unable to help himself, he reached out his hand and tried to pluck the hair from her cheek.
Huanhuan's eyelashes trembled and she made a lazy sound, which was very seductive. He retracted his hand.
Rubbing her eyes, she raised her head and asked, "Are you awake?"
When she saw his black hair turned back, she widened her eyes in surprise and exclaimed, "It's changed, it's changed again!!" Then she quickly came in front of him again, staring at him with watery eyes.
Looking at him, "Oh my God, even my eyes have changed back!"
Suddenly, she sat back in disappointment and looked at him sadly, "Will you come back again?"
Mojia's brows twitched twice.
Huanhuan grabbed the corner of his clothes and kept shaking it, "I like long silver hair! Can you just change back? Change again!"
Mojia didn't know whether this woman really had a problem with her IQ or had a problem with her IQ. Didn't she see how terrifying he looked? Didn't she see that although he was a human being, he was different from ordinary people?
No, she didn't see it.
He was truly terrifying at that time.
But right now, Huanhuan's mind was filled with endless admiration for Lord Sesshomaru, and she couldn't ask him to change again.
Mo Jia picked up the corner of her clothes and very directly spread her fingers apart, saying word by word, "In the future, don't mention that Sesshomaru in front of me!"
"Why?!" Huanhuan shouted in disbelief, "Lord Sesshomaru, he..."
The aura around Mojia was changing again, and a chilling aura enveloped her layer by layer.
Huanhuan couldn't bear the explosion of his ultimate small universe, so she raised her hand wisely, "I won't mention it, I won't mention it!"
Mo Jia put away his anger and slowly closed his eyes.
Next to me, a warm and delicate body suddenly approached.
He was startled and opened his eyes.
"When will you transform again?"
Facing her excited and expectant eyes, like a pet dog waiting for its owner to throw a bone, Mojia's eyebrows continued to twitch.
After getting up early and having breakfast, Mojia was called to the study by his grandfather.
Mo Tieyi looked at his grandson with complicated eyes, "Did you have another attack last night?"
Mo Jia said lightly "Yeah".
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"It's okay now."
While Mo Tieyi felt distressed, he couldn't help but feel a little strange. Before, every time he had an attack, he would suffer until dawn, and he would never be as quiet as last night. If Sister Zhong hadn't noticed that something was wrong with his face, they wouldn't even have done it.