When Chu Qingwan was fished out, she sat on the ground to relax for a while. The flower was placed beside her and was stained with dust.
The petals that had been soaked in the water carried moisture and stained Mo Jingyu's dark robe.
He lowered his eyes and picked up the flower with his long fingers, suddenly feeling his fingertips were hot.
The subtle sound of the friction of clothing in the inner room reached my ears, and Mo Jing was depressed and annoyed. I was annoyed that my hearing skills were excellent, and I was annoyed that it was difficult to calm down due to the heat of summer.
"Your Majesty, I'm fine."
Chu Qingwan's voice came, and people followed him and walked out.
Mo Jingyu raised his eyes and couldn't help laughing.
She was tall and graceful, and was undoubtedly the best among women. But when his clothes were put on her, she still felt like a child wearing an adult's clothes.
The dress was very wide, and she tied it with a belt. The hem was very long, and she knotted it. The sleeves were too long for her hands, so she gathered them at the cuffs and tied them with the straps that she had taken off her dress.
It doesn't affect the overall action, but it looks a little funny no matter how you look at it.
Chu Qingwan was very doubtful: "My lord, are you that tall? Isn't this the clothes that some foreigner left behind for you?"
Mo Jingyu suppressed his smile and said against his will: "It's pretty."
Chu Qingwan didn't believe it at all, but he had no better choice, so he curled his lips and let it go.
Mo Jingyu saw that her hair was still wet and ordered someone to get a towel: "Wipe your hair."
Chu Qingwan said nonchalantly: "It's hot outside, just go out and blow it dry."
Mo Jingyu stopped her from leaving: "Be careful, you have a headache, wipe it."
Chu Qingwan muttered that he had too many things to do, so he took the kerchief and wiped it hastily twice, extremely perfunctory.
Mo Jingyu frowned, picked up another piece, and said to her: "Come here."
Chu Qingwan walked over, squatted down naturally, and reminded him before he did it: "Yanran combed my bun for me. If it gets loose, you can tuck it for me."
Mo Jingyu paused: "I can't."
Chu Qingwan found the reason: "Then I won't wipe it..."
Before she could even say the word "already", her shoulders were pressed down, and the next moment, a kerchief was put on her head and wiped.
The bun couldn't help but fell apart under Mo Jingyu's hands, and her slightly red face was covered by the hair.
After wiping her hair half dry, Chu Qingwan couldn't squat anymore and stood up and said, "It's almost done."
Mo Jingyu looked at her for a moment, thinking that nothing happened, so he stopped forcing it, and then looked at her messy hair and said, "You... do your hair in a bun by yourself?"
Chu Qingwan was dumbfounded: "Neither can I."
The two looked at each other in silence, and Chu Qingwan asked him: "Your Majesty, do you have any extra hair ties?"
Mo Jingyu gave her one of the same color as her clothes.
Chu Qingwan bent down and threw all her long hair in front, tied it casually with a hair tie, tied it into a neat high ponytail, and said, "Okay, let's go."
Mo Jingyu asked her to go first.
Chu Qingwan's first reaction was: "Are you tired? Want to rest?"
Mo Jingyu didn't explain. After she left, he said, "Come here, find a vase."
The servants brought a vase, and Mo Jingyu personally inserted the lotus flowers into the vase and said, "Put it in the inner room and take care of it carefully."
After doing this, he returned to the garden.
The three little ones and the others had finished picking lotus pods and returned to the pavilion. They gathered around Chu Qingwan to inquire about his welfare.
Tiantian asked: "Mom, are you wearing Uncle Mo's clothes?"
Chu Qingwan nodded: "Yes."
Yuanyuan smiled teasingly: "Oh, Uncle Lin told me that Uncle Mo is very clean and his belongings are not accessible to others. How come you can wear his clothes, mother?"
Chu Qingwan said matter-of-factly: "Mine is wet, what's wrong with wearing his? I also love cleanliness."
Yuanyuan clicked her tongue, and looked at each other with her brother and sister, all snickering.