"You really feel very good about yourself. I have to admire you. How did you develop your face?" Jun Yimo sneered.

Mo Lingjue gave her an answer that made her want to vomit blood even more, "Self-taught without a teacher!"

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you! You can go out now, I need to freshen up!"

Jun Yimo looked down and saw that she was still wearing white clothes. Although this kind of clothing was very conservative compared with her in modern times, she didn't want to dress up in front of him.

That would always feel weird, and the guy's eyes already looked like he wanted to peel her off. She didn't want to have any accidental close contact with him again.

Mo Lingjue didn't seem to take her words seriously. Instead, he sat at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it slowly.

Your slow and orderly movements and elegant appearance are like the characters walking out of the painting, so elegant, noble and beautiful.

Jun Yimo didn't move for a long time because of his appearance, but it attracted his attention again.

"Momo, what's wrong with you? Do you want me to help you wash up? Although I'm not very good at it, I think I can also learn this without a teacher." The corners of his eyes raised, and he looked deeply.

The eyes are extremely evil.

Jun Yimo stood up quickly, and while putting on his coat, he gritted his teeth and said, "Thank you! Thank you!"

Her movements were very neat, as if she was a person accustomed to living outside. Every step was orderly, and everything was sorted out in half a stick of incense.

When Mo Lingjue saw her, he quickly tied his long, black and soft hair into a simple ponytail, with a rare expression of surprise on his face.

"Is that all?" He tilted his head and looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze, as if he was evaluating her dress just now.

"Otherwise, what else would you look like? I think it's pretty good, it's simple. It's not like some people who dress up like they're in a special industry!"

As she said that, her eyes scanned his body provocatively.

Jun Yimo couldn't compare with him in terms of force and physical strength, so when it came to verbal skills, she would never admit defeat.

At the very least, she cannot be weaker than him in terms of momentum.

Huazhizhaozhan? Special industry?

Ha! How lucky is she to be able to think of it?

Can his unique and beautiful temperament be described by those vulgar words?

If Jun Yimo knew what he was thinking at this time, he would definitely hold on to the wall, bend down, and do some common drunken actions.

"Oh? I wonder what the special industry Momo mentioned is?"

Uh... I didn't expect that he would be so shameless to ask!

"This can only be understood, not expressed in words! Okay, you can let people serve breakfast! I'm already hungry!" Jun Yimo stretched out his hand to touch his abdomen, just hoping that he could finish the meal early and let him

Get out of the room.

Before Mo Lingjue could speak, there was already a sound of footsteps outside the door.

"Yimo, Yimo, I'm here!" Duanmu Rou's cheerful voice had already come over.

To Jun Yimo, the sound was as beautiful as the sound of nature.
Chapter completed!