Princess Against the World

Ling Luoyu's voice was a bit mischievous, which made Mo Xuanchen couldn't help but want to push away the screen to take a closer look.

However, after lifting his feet, he still suppressed the reverie in his heart, lowered his eyes and smiled lightly.

"I'll wait for you outside!"

When Ling Luoyu put on her clothes and went out, she saw that Mo Xuanchen got a food box out of nowhere.

"What's this?"

"My apology!"

Mo Xuanchen unhurriedly took out the food and wine from the food box and put them on the stone table in the courtyard.

"I offended you just now, so I will apologize to you now!"

Ling Luoyu looked up at the clear night sky, a little speechless: "Mo Xuanchen, are you sick? You don't sleep in the middle of the night, and you come here to drink?!"

Mo Xuanchen's food box had obviously been prepared a long time ago, and it seemed that he came to drink with her specially.

If there is a moon at this time, admiring the moon or something, it is still possible to talk about it.

With just a few stars, what is there to see! !

Mo Xuanchen seemed not to have heard Ling Luoyu's protest, and gracefully bowed to invite, with a clear smile.

"Master Luo, please!"

Ling Luoyu rolled her eyes speechlessly, wrapped her clothes tightly, and sat down on the stone bench in anger.

Mo Xuanchen had already sat down, but when he saw her dripping wet hair, he quietly got up.

"Let me help you!"

Ling Luoyu's heart moved inexplicably, and she sat there motionless, watching him slowly walk behind her.

She remembered one thing—

That time, after she came out of the shower, she complained with her wet hair.

"This shabby place doesn't even have a hair dryer, when will this hair be dry..."

"Blowing the chicken...what are you doing?? The chicken blowing...what does it have to do with the hair??"

"My dick, not your chicken!! Your chicken can only be eaten, but my dick can blow your hair..."

She imitated the appearance of a hair dryer, blowing her long wet hair.

Mo Xuanchen couldn't help but smile: "It's just dry hair, why do you have to find some chicken? I can be your chicken too!!"

His fingertips slid across her long hair, where the water mist curled up, and the ink-dyed black hair became dry and smooth in the blink of an eye.

When Mo Xuanchen's fingertips once again picked up her long hair, Ling Luoyu's heart was inexplicably bumping like a deer, and her breathing became short of breath.

The mist dispersed, and the hair in Mo Xuanchen's palm became dry bit by bit.

The two sat in silence, enjoying the warmth and tranquility.

When the last strand of dry hair fell down, Mo Xuanchen did not return to his seat, but stood there quietly, watching her back in a daze.

Why?

Why would he do this so naturally? ?

A big man blow-dried his long hair for another man, why didn't he feel a little disobedient.

Caressing the silky black hair, why did he have a strange feeling in his heart.

It seems that this picture is familiar? ?

His fingertips trembled slightly, he hesitated for a long time, and finally placed his hand gently on her shoulder.

"Have we...have we really met?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I feel... I seem to have done this for you before!!"

Ling Luoyu's heart ached fiercely, but his shoulders sank heavily. He slid his hand away, grabbed the wine pot calmly, and handed it to Mo Xuanchen.

"Didn't you say that you want to buy me a drink? Then why are you still sitting?!"

At this moment, Ling Luoyu wanted to tell Mo Xuanchen everything about the past!

But she can't! !