The atmosphere in the study room was a bit strange.
They paid for the first kiss, and it would be too pretentious if Huanhuan continued to hold back. So, she should be more generous and treat her as if she was licked by a long-haired dog.
After thinking about it, she smiled slightly, her beautiful facial features looked bright and moving, she patted his shoulder vigorously, and gritted her teeth and squeezed out a few words, "In this case, we can be considered even."
Mojia still didn't respond, but at this moment, there was a knock on the door.
"Mojia, are you there?"
Hearing this voice, Huanhuan couldn't help but pause.
It’s Ziyin!
She hurriedly raised her eyes to look at Mo Jia. His appearance now must not be seen by Zi Yin, it would scare her!
Mojia turned his head and frowned. Without saying a word, he dragged Huanhuan to the row of bookshelves against the wall. He pulled out a book from a certain layer. The bookshelf immediately silently parted to both sides, revealing a narrow door.
iron gate.
Huanhuan's eyes widened in disbelief, this is the legendary secret room?!
Without giving her time to think, Moga pulled her in and immediately closed the bookshelf.
At the same time, Su Ziyin carefully opened the study door.
There was no one in the dark room.
Su Huanhuan, who was separated by a wall, looked around curiously. The light was dim and he couldn't see both sides clearly. There was a row of stairs at his feet, extending straight down. It seemed like he couldn't find his head. The space was surprisingly large!
"Where is this?" Huan Huan's water eyes kept blinking, like two stars embedded in the night sky, clear and bright.
Mo Jia stared at her, then turned his head, looking down, a hint of fascination flashed through his eyes.
Hearing the door outside close and knowing that Zi Yin had left, Huanhuan hurriedly said, "Let's go out." For some reason, she was actually a little afraid of being alone with him in a strange environment.
Huanhuan turned around and was about to pull the iron door, but no matter how hard she tried, it didn't move at all. Mo Jia's voice sounded from behind, "This door will not reopen in three hours."
When Huanhuan heard this, he couldn't help but yelled, "Damn, three hours? Why?! What kind of pervert designed this!"
Mojia said expressionlessly, "Me."
"..."
He walked down the stairs without looking back. His silver hair exuded a faint silver luster in the darkness. His figure became increasingly blurred and seemed to disappear soon.
The cold air hit her face, and Huanhuan shivered, "Hey...wait for me!" She quickly caught up, following behind Mojia. The further down she went, the lower the temperature became. Huanhuan couldn't help but rub her arms.
I thought to myself that based on the length of the steps they walked, they should have reached the third underground floor!
Finally, Mojia stopped.
Huanhuan almost bumped into him and poked her head out from behind him. When she saw the wooden door in front of her, she tilted her head and asked him, "What is this place?"
Mo Jia did not answer, but stretched out his hand and gently touched the door, gently, as if stroking the delicate skin of his lover. The tenderness in his eyes made Huanhuan stunned.