Huanhuan came to the bathroom slowly. Mojia took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, then filled the bathtub with water, tested the water temperature, turned around and hooked his fingers at her.
"come over."
Huanhuan's face turned red and she stood there, unable to move forward, "You...you don't have to help me wash..."
Mojia's eyes were a little funny, "Did I say I would help you wash?" He pulled the curtain next to him, "You wash inside, just call me if you need help."
Huanhuan was startled, God, did she hear it wrong?
When did Mojia change her gender? How could she be so gentle to her?!
Seeing that she was still there, Mo Jia frowned and said, "Do you want me to take off your clothes?"
Such straightforward words came out of his mouth, but there was no hint of eroticism. On the contrary, if anyone was even a little bit obscene, there would be a big problem!
Huanhuan swallowed and immediately shook her head. Then she walked obediently behind the curtain. The dense steam made her cheeks red. She slowly calmed down her breathing and then started to take off her clothes. Everything went smoothly, except
It was so unique that when I needed to take off my underwear, it really took a lot of effort.
She put one hand behind her back and tried desperately to untie it, but the faster she hurried, the easier it was to make mistakes. She was so anxious that she was sweating profusely. On the other side of the curtain, hearing that she hadn't moved for a long time, Mojia turned his head and said, "What's wrong?"
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"No, it's okay." She insisted, but her voice didn't sound like she was okay.
Mo Jia seemed to have lost his patience. How had he, the eldest son of the Mo family, the crown prince of the M.O., ever served someone to take a bath? Considering that she was injured, this was unprecedented! He opened the curtain without saying a word,
Huanhuan was startled and turned around quickly, facing away from him. The blush on her cheeks had spread to her whole body, "Don't look!"
His eyes swept across her smooth jade back, and then a pair of big hands came forward and unhooked her underwear with precise and neat movements.
"I really want to doubt whether you are a woman." After leaving a sentence that made Huan Huan feel inferior to death, he lowered the curtain again.
"If you don't go in, the water will get cold."
She beats her chest, she stamps her feet, why does he have to be so outstanding in even this little thing? Can't you give her some room to breathe? What will happen? What will happen?
As if he could hear her murmurings, Mo Jia's originally stiff face couldn't help but show a hint of softness.
It had only been a few days, but every little move she made had begun to affect his nerves, quietly.
The sound of rushing water came from behind. After midnight, the sound seemed so alluring.
Huanhuan put her injured left arm on the edge of the water tank, being careful not to let the water splash, and then she sat comfortably in it, washing away the tension and fatigue all over her body.
Outside the curtain, the tall figure never moved even half a step. It stayed there, neither far nor close. The distance was considerate and reassuring.
Looking at it, Huanhuan suddenly said, "Mojia, why don't you want me?"
The figure was slightly shocked, shocked by her bold and straightforward question, and tilted his head slightly, "Do you know the consequences of doing that?"
"Well," Huanhuan nodded vigorously and said in a very understanding tone, "I'm just returning what I took from you, so you don't have to feel sorry!"
Mojia's eyebrows were raised in displeasure. He didn't like to hear the contempt for him in her words.
"Listen, no one has the right to decide everything about you except yourself!"
Huanhuan pursed her lips. Although she said that, the Mo family didn't think so. That weird ceremony, the tearful elders, and Mo Jia's acquiescence, weren't all of this obvious?
Do you want to be alone in this greedy little beast?
Now, is it a little too late for him to say that the decision is hers?
Huanhuan was young and light-minded. She couldn't hold back her words and whispered, "Don't you also agree to marry me..."
Mojia touched his eyebrows with his hand and pressed it gently with his thumb. Sure enough, once you confirm someone's IQ and then have expectations for her, it means there is something wrong with his IQ.
"If I don't marry you, grandpa will never let you go! He has dozens or even hundreds of ways waiting for you. As long as he can get you into my bed, he will do it at any cost."
Huanhuan bit her lip, "Yes, I'm sorry for you."
In order not to make Yan Xihua sad, it was really difficult for him!
Mojia's character is like this. If I don't tell you, I won't speak no matter how you ask. But if I tell you, it's your business whether you can understand it or not. So, there is no unnecessary nonsense in the second sentence.
Huanhuan changed her position, lying on the edge of the bathtub, facing the curtain, looking at his back, "Mojia, if I die, will you be sad?"
Mojia frowned again.
There was no sound from the other side, Huan Huan Huan Huan was very stubborn, "Oh, tell me, will it make you sad?"
After a long while, his calm reply came, "How could you die while I'm here?"
Huanhuan smiled. Although it was not the answer she expected, it was more heart-warming and satisfying.
The prince's patience was completely exhausted. He picked up the bath towel, opened the curtain and threw it over, "Put it on."
Huanhuan blushed and took it, sinking into the water, "Turn your back!"
Mo Jia raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced up and down, and when he turned around, he did not forget to make a very pertinent comment, "I will remember to ask Sister Zhong to make more papaya soup for you."
Huanhuan was completely despised.
She grabbed the towel to cover her chest, stood up from the water, and stared at him, "Isn't this called someone with oriental charm?!"
32b, is it small? Is it small? Is it really small?!
Hearing her confident call, he slowly turned around and curled his lips slightly. Suddenly, the three souls of Huanhuan disappeared, "Dongfang, Shen Yun?"
These few words muttered from his mouth made Huanhuan immediately growl, and said unwillingly, "They can still grow!"
The curvature of his lips widened, and he did not speak. Instead, he took a few steps forward and wrapped the bath towel around her around her delicate body again.
When his palm touched her skin, Huanhuan felt as if he was electrocuted. Her whole body was burning, and her face was even more burned. But Mojia didn't react at all, his movements were very light and very slow, and his breathing was
Her strength was soothing and gentle, just like the movements of his hands. For Huanhuan, this was simply a kind of torture.