Yan Tianxing stared at the phone screen and frowned slightly.
The bathroom door was pushed open.
Not long after, Mo Shangjun walked out of the bedroom after putting on his nightgown.
She held a towel in her hand, covering her head and wiping her freshly washed hair.
After taking a shower, I felt a lot more energetic. When I came out and saw Yan Tianxing holding his mobile phone in his hand, he was slightly startled, and then asked, "What are you looking at?"
Not feeling guilty about being caught, Yan Tianxing turned sideways and rested his elbows on the sofa. He raised his eyes and looked at Mo Shangyun who was walking towards him. After shaking his phone at her, he asked, "Are you going to Yuncheng?"
"Um."
Walking over, Mo Shangyun took the phone over and looked down at the message.
She unlocked it with her fingerprint, clicked in and took a look. When she saw many papers and information, her expression suddenly froze.
Sure enough, there is a price to pay.
"What are you going to do?" Yan Tianxing stretched out his long arm and pulled off the towel on her head.
"Look for Uncle Chen."
Mo Shangjun was quite calm and unabashed at all.
Yan Tianxing grabbed the towel and paused.
After receiving the file and sending a message back to his instructor, asking him to take a rest early, Mo Shangyun looked at Yan Tianxing, who had been staring at him, and ordered: "Blow down my hair for me."
As soon as he finished speaking, he walked around to the front of the sofa and sat down like a queen. Without saying a word, he crossed his legs and fell back lazily.
But if you look closely at her expression, you can see that she is quite distressed. She is staring at the paper opened on her mobile phone software and her brows are furrowed.
"There is danger." Yan Tianxing warned in a calm tone.
"Um."
Mo Shangyun, who was reading the paper carefully, answered without even raising his head. This reply was really perfunctory.
Yan Tianxing did not have the great determination to persuade her.
However, when I got up to get the hair dryer, I felt a little heavier.
He also knew Mo Shangjun’s mood.
Once a teacher, always a father.
For Mo Shangyun, who grew up with her master, this sentence is most suitable for her.
She looks calm and rational, but Mo Shangjun cannot sit idly by and do whatever she can. She will try her best to do whatever she can.
It is completely impossible to convince her at this time.
Yan Tianxing honestly went to get her a hair dryer. He wiped her hair with a towel before blowing it with the hair dryer. The hot air flowed through her hair, and the short hair dried quickly.
Mo Shangjun was like a second uncle, and from time to time he would instruct Yan Tianxing to control the temperature.
Yan Tianxing finally understood what it meant to "dare to be angry but dare not speak".
"alright."
After his hair was completely dry, Yan Tianxing turned off the hair dryer.
By the way, she used her fingers to comb Mo Shangjun's fresh hair.
"I'm going to bed."
Mo Shangyun was about to stand up.
Yan Tianxing put his arm around her shoulders from behind, pushed her down, leaned down, and whispered close to her ear, "Wait for me?"
Mo Shangyun thought for a while, then turned his head and said sincerely: "I suggest you sleep on the sofa."
"..."
Seeing her "thinking about you" expression, Yan Tianxing twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly.
Mo Shangjun waved his hand, took his mobile phone, and walked into the bedroom gracefully.
Yan Tianxing was left standing alone, a little depressed.
…
At nearly one o'clock, Yan Tianxing came out from the shower.
The light in the bedroom was still on. Mo Shangjun was sitting on the bedside, with his legs bent and a notebook placed on his knees. He held a mobile phone in his left hand and a pen in his right hand. He occasionally glanced at the phone and occasionally used the pen to write something on the notebook.
When taking notes, I look particularly serious when I lower my head to write.
After a quick glance, Yan Tianxing's eyes fell on her legs.
He was just wearing a bathrobe, and his movements were very relaxed. Under the bathrobe, his graceful calves and fair and delicate feet were exposed. Because he had been wearing military boots and military trousers all year round, his skin was extremely fair without being exposed to the wind and sun for many years.
However, the scar on his left foot is very conspicuous.
——That was the stab from Bai Chuan.
He healed, but left a scar.
Yan Tianxing thought that Mo Shangyun often stared at the scar on his forehead, thinking deeply every time. Now, he could somewhat understand Mo Shangyun's mood.
Extraordinarily...unpleasant.
Feeling that he had been standing, Mo Shangyun, who was concentrating on his work, also raised his head to look at him.
I wanted to remind him, but when I saw it, I was stunned.
Yan Tianxing was only wearing a bath towel.
Moreover, it is surrounded from the waist down, the upper body is bare, and the strong muscles and attractive figure can be seen at a glance.
Mo Shangjun's eyes moved up from the obvious abdominal muscles. Every muscle was as perfect as art, even the curvature was just right. At first glance, he had a solid and powerful chest, delicate and beautiful collarbones, sexy and beautiful Adam's apple, and further up,
A handsome piece of skin that can fascinate people.
The Creator is indeed partial.
After locking eyes with Yan Tianxing, Mo Shangyun's eyes moved downwards, looking back and forth, and finally their eyes fell on the bath towel around his waist.
"Want to see it?"
Yan Tianxing let her look at him generously, but he was not ashamed at all.
"..."
No matter how thick-skinned he was, he still had no experience. Mo Shangjun was silently embarrassed.
As if he hadn't heard anything, Mo Shangyun lowered his head, showing no hint of glibness.
Seeing her look a little funny, Yan Tianxing curled his lips and strode towards Mo Shangjun.
"do not come."
Mo Shangyun raised his head and gave him a warning cold look.
Beauty is misleading.
Yan Tianxing's steps were slow and steady, but he didn't drag himself at all. He didn't follow Mo Shangyun's instructions. In a blink of an eye, he came to the bedside and stood calmly.
"Are you shy?"
Leaning down slightly, Yan Tianxing whispered in a seductive and seductive voice, while his hand fell on the bath towel around his waist.
Just pull it a little and it will fall off.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)