Her wetness spread on her chest, rising and falling with her disordered breathing.
In the bathroom, mist lingered and the temperature gradually rose, but neither of them said a word.
Mojia picked up the towel and wiped her hair. When his fingers went through her hair, Huanhuan felt an electric current flowing from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, and then to her atrium, paralyzing her heart. Even if she didn't
Looking back, she could feel his burning gaze, imprinted on her skin, so hot.
She really wanted to keep this moment, even if it was just the tenderness he showed for her inadvertently.
At least, it would be enough for her to have this touching memory.
He wiped off the water droplets on her shoulders with a towel. The delicate white skin was so tight that even the pores could not be seen, and the alluring pink color revealed, bewitching his eyes.
At some point, his hand had replaced the towel in his hand and was roaming on her skin. Huanhuan was suddenly shocked, her whole body was trembling, but she was nervously looking forward to it.
As early as the moment she agreed to marry him, she had been ready, ready... to save him with herself!
Gradually, the lingering touch on his fingertips could no longer satisfy him, and his gaze became fanatical, even revealing a trace of deeply suppressed desire. After several lifetimes, the original desire has continued to this day. Even he himself cannot explain it.
, why whenever he touches her, he loses control and becomes unlike him.
He couldn't help but lower his head, and just when his cool lips were about to touch her shoulder, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly woke up.
What is he doing?
Huanhuan tried hard to control her nervousness and waited uneasily, but did not wait for his next move. She opened her eyes, turned around, and met his pair of complicated eyes, which were so difficult to guess.
She was stunned, and at this moment, he slowly pulled away and took a few steps back, "You can go out now."
Without waiting for her answer, he walked out of the bathroom first, leaving Huanhuan alone, standing there stupidly.
Could it be that, as Yan Xihua said, Mo Jia doesn't want anyone except her! Even if that person is the woman who can save him...
When Huanhuan went out, Mojia had already left. Huanhuan knew exactly where he would go.
"Huanhuan, Huanhuan! Chifeng is here to see you!"
There was a burst of joyful shouts from the balcony.
Huanhuan was startled and quickly opened the window, letting this eye-catching fiery red figure fly in.
"Keep your voice down, don't let anyone find you!"
"Huanhuan, Huanhuan, Chifeng is venting your anger!" Chifeng stood on the table, with his two little paws on his waist, and raised his head proudly, "Chifeng is going to breathe fire!"
"Where did you go to spray fire?!" Huanhuan was shocked and had a bad feeling, "Where... did you go to spray fire?"
"Chifeng went to find the person who bullied Huanhuan!" Chifeng spread his wings, hovered around Huanhuan, and then landed in front of her, "With Chifeng here, no one can bully Huanhuan!"
"You went to my uncle's house?!" Huanhuan grabbed a pair of Chifeng's horns and picked it up, "Did they do anything?"
Chi Feng tapped his chin with his little paw, blinked his big eyes, and thought for a while before saying, "Mo Jia said that Chi Feng can just burn down their house, and he can take care of the rest."
"Mojia also knows?"
"Yeah! Mo Jia is just like Chi Feng. He gets very angry when someone bullies Huan Huan!"
Huanhuan was concerned about the safety of her uncle and the others, and was so anxious that she said, "I want to go to Mo Jia to talk about it. It's not their fault, it's my own fault!"
"No, no, no!" Chi Feng grabbed her with his little paws, "Mojia hates people who lie. If Huanhuan lies, he will be angry with you!"
Huanhuan was so anxious that he paced back and forth in the room, "What should we do?"
"Haha, don't worry, if he doesn't let Chi Feng burn them, they won't die!" Chi Feng patted his chest to confirm as if he knew very well.
Although she heard what Chifeng said, Huanhuan was still worried. Chifeng flew up and looked at her level. Her two little paws were tangled together, as if she was hesitant to speak. Huanhuan looked at it,
He shook his head helplessly, "Tell me, what happened this time?"
"Chifeng knows this is wrong, but... Mojia's time is running out. If we don't save him..." Chifeng's voice became smaller and smaller, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at Huanhuan.
Huanhuan smiled bitterly and reached out to touch its head, "I know what to do."
Chifeng's eyes flashed with mist, and he struggled to say, "Chifeng couldn't bear to leave Huanhuan, but...but...but Mojia has Chifeng's fire...without fire, Chifeng would have to sleep! Sleeping is so annoying
,Chifeng never sleep again!"
Huanhuan smiled tenderly, held Chifeng in her arms, and said softly, "If you can sacrifice me alone to make everyone around you happy, I will be happy too. So don't blame yourself, I like Chifeng very much too."
Feng, please stay with Mojia from now on!"
for me.
Chifeng curled up his little mouth and suddenly cried "Wow", then rolled in Huanhuan's arms and cried, "Huanhuan is so pitiful, Huanhuan is so pitiful!"
Huanhuan really couldn't laugh or cry, "Hey, you don't look like a mythical beast, okay?"
"Ugh~ Chi Feng is so useless, he can't even save Huan Huan!"
"Who said it's useless? Didn't Chifeng help me vent my anger?" Huanhuan comforted it.
Chifeng blinked his foggy round eyes and grinned, "No one is so kind to Chifeng, Chifeng likes Huanhuan!!" He suddenly hugged Huanhuan and cried loudly.
"Okay, okay, I know!" Huanhuan was really about to cry because of this little guy.
Chifeng suddenly stopped crying again, clenched her little paws tightly, and with tears in her eyes, she said with an extremely firm expression, "Chifeng wants to help Huanhuan!"
"Uh, Chifeng..."
Before Huanhuan could ask any more questions, Chifeng's wings fluttered and flew out after a few flutters.
Come without a trace, go without a trace.
Huanhuan has long been used to this.
Mojia did not return to his room all night. Huanhuan thought he had gone to Yan Xihua's place, but Xiaoju secretly told her that the young master spent the night in the study. Huanhuan knew that she should not have extravagant expectations, but she still suppressed it.
I can't help but feel a little excited inside.
When I went downstairs, two people walked towards me.
Sister Zhong and a man were walking and talking, but they stopped when they saw Huanhuan, "Young Madam,"
"Sister Zhong," Huan Huan smiled and walked over, her eyes falling on the man next to her.
It was a man who looked somewhat similar to Sister Zhong. He was around thirty, gentle and elegant, wearing a pair of rimless glasses and a pair of gentle eyes, looking at Huan Huan curiously.
Sister Zhong introduced, "Young madam, he is my younger brother, Zhong Kun."