Muyin beat her chest and started crying, which made Xing'er spin around in panic: "Little Miss! But something doesn't feel right..."
"I don't feel comfortable here!" Muyin pointed to his lower body, "Hurry up and prepare hot water for me!"
"Yes..." Xing'er blushed and went down.
***
As Muyin soaked in the bathtub, he began to think about what happened last night.
Looking at the bath, Muyin frowned deeply. She always felt that this bath was some kind of fuse. After sinking to the bottom of the water, she suddenly popped her head up and spit out some water.
…
Why do you think this scene seems familiar?
Ah! How annoying! Muyin shook her head, stood up, wiped herself, put on her clothes and left the bathroom. Her hair was still wet and dripping with water, and she bumped into Yuan Hongxi who was walking towards her.
"..." Muyin was speechless for a moment, looking at him a little embarrassed and not knowing what to say.
Seeing that Muyin had not dried her hair, Yuan Hongxi clenched his fists and was about to speak when the image of Muyin calling Jiang Songyu flashed in his mind. With a dark face, he spoke: "I want to ask you something.
"
"Huh?" Muyin's face turned red unconsciously. Do you want to ask her how she felt last night? Well...she was embarrassed to say this.
Besides, she had never experienced that feeling when she was a man, let alone a woman. Well...
"What is your relationship with Jiang Songyu?" Yuan Hongxi stared at her, the gray sky reflected through his pupils, which put inexplicable pressure on Muyin.
It's really strange, why would Yuan Hongxi ask this? Muyin tugged at the corners of her mouth and hesitated. What's the relationship? She's going to say...she is Jiang Songyu, will Yuan Hongxi believe it?
Of course not. "Well, friends." Muyin prevaricated, but Yuan Hongxi mentioned Jiang Songyu for the first time. Did he have any clues?
Thinking of this, Muyin's eyes lit up and she grabbed the corner of his clothes excitedly: "Did you find something? Can you get him back?"
Seeing Muyin looking so happy, Yuan Hongxi's heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a sharp object. What followed was more disappointment.
Her expression was very expectant and longing. Her cheeks, not sure whether they were flushed by the cold wind or because of happiness, were like a red-hot dagger, scratching deeply and shallowly on the apex of his heart.
A few cuts.
"It's okay." Yuan Hongxi calmly shook off her hand holding the corner of her clothes, expressionless, and walked forward with a high head.
The cold wind was biting, and it felt like a big hole had been opened in my heart and something was pouring in.
Eh? Seeing this, Muyin was a little disappointed. Her hands were at a loss and she didn't know where to put them for a moment. If I read it correctly, Yuan Hongxi was angry?
But...why are you angry?
No matter what, Muyin bit her lower lip and chased after him again: "Yuan Hongxi, did something happen to Jiang Songyu? Tell me..."
"Please take care of me!"
Seeing that Yuan Hongxi was not moved at all, Muyin stamped his feet, stood up on tiptoes and grabbed his collar, staring, feeling a little aggrieved: "What's wrong with you? What happened? You have to show off your face.
Show me!"
The air was mixed with a faint smell of gunpowder, and when blown by the wind, only an empty desolation remained. The exposed skin was blown cold and even numb.
Muyin looked at his eyes as deep as the sea, feeling a little weak in her heart, and the strength of her grip on his collar gradually became smaller.
"What did I do wrong?" It took a long time before Muyin said this.
