Doomsday Queen Has Ignited

Yin Ze lowered his head in front of Mu Jing, looking at her toes with a blushing face, originally just wanted to divert her attention from Prince Qiu, but ended up washing her hair.

After washing her hair, she wiped her hair with a towel.

The distance between the two is so close that he can smell the faint fragrance of her body, and he always feels... the current situation is a bit ambiguous?

Yin Ze bent over as if afraid of tiring her, and said, "I'll wipe it myself."

Mu Jing, who had touched enough, did not refuse, and withdrew his hand when covering his head with the towel, and said, "As expected of a little angel, even his hair is limp."

"..."

As if he was used to his occasional silence, when Mu Jing led the people downstairs, he said, "You remind me of the golden retriever I met when I was working part-time in a friend's shop."

"...?"

"When I clean it, it is also very good."

She stood at the stairs and looked back at him, "Do you have the habit of shaking your head twice after wiping?"

"No."

Don't need to think too much, she also knows that she wants to see him shake his head, so even if there is, he won't shake it.

He even compared him with the golden retriever.

Mu Jing shrugged his shoulders, and walked towards Mu Yang who was playing puzzles with Zhou Qiyang.

Yin Ze put a towel around his neck, his half-dry blond hair made his face look smaller than usual.

He looked in Mu Jing's direction thoughtfully, before he had time to think about anything, he saw Prince Qiu sitting next to them with a bag of snacks, trying to mingle with them.

He squeezed the towel a little tighter, pulled it off his neck, and walked over there.

Sitting next to his younger brother, Mu Jing supported his head and looked at his worried face, as if he had no intention of chatting.

Prince Qiu obviously sat down to get close to her, imitated her and looked at Mu Yang, then set his eyes on the jigsaw puzzle with only one corner, thought for a while, and asked, "The last supper?"

Zhou Qiyang looked up at him and said, "How did you see that?"

"I've put together a big picture before, and it looks a bit familiar."

Prince Qiu's attitude is modest, and when he wants to show kindness, it won't make people think he's scary, especially now that he's wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses that he found somewhere, smiling and squinting like He is a young university professor with a calm and trustworthy temperament.

"Old Qiu, you look old with glasses."

Mu Jing squinted at him and said, "Pick it off."

"...Old, old enemy?"

Prince Qiu seldom stuttered, even after going through quite a storm, the girl he wanted to know yelled old because of the fluctuation in his heart, and his mind went blank.

"Um."

Mu Jing looked at him and asked, "Can't we call it that?"

Prince Chou nodded stimulated by her 'no distracting thoughts' eyes, and said, "Yes."

It's just a title, if it can make her remember herself, it's okay to call her old... Lao Qiu.

When he took off his glasses, he said, "Actually, I'm only twenty-six..."

"so?"

"nothing."

Her cold demeanor fascinated him, and even the slightest complaint about Lao Qiu's name disappeared because of her eyes.

"Mu Jing."

Yin Ze was behind her, reaching out and gently poking the back of her shoulder.

Seeing her turn around to look at him, he bent down and said to her: "Didn't Lao Qiu say he could cook before joining the team? Do you want to try his cooking today?"

Prince Qiu squinted his eyes and looked at the blond boy who seemed familiar to him. Who allowed him to call him Old Qiu?