The door to the room was closed, and Qin Jing pointed to the bathroom next to him, "There is a separate bathroom here. Go and change your clothes. After you change, hand them over so I can help you mend them."

Wen Jili only glanced at the room a few times, and his gentle eyes became distant again. When he looked at Qin Jing, his eyes seemed deep and dark, "Isn't this your room?"

Not understanding what Wen Jili meant by asking this question, Qin Jing answered honestly, "This room is not mine, it is Mo Bai's."

"Why?"

You can't tell the emotion of the questioner from these words. It seems that he just followed the conversation above and asked questions naturally.[

"Mo Bai doesn't like others entering my room."

One question was very natural, and the other answered very naturally.

Wen Jili, who was standing not far away, suddenly turned around, narrowed his dark eyes slightly, pursed his pale lips into a straight line, and then looked at Qin Jing with a half-smile.

"Being old

This other person used it too deliberately.

It seemed like he wanted to go back to Qin Jing's sentence just now, "I don't like the word "other people" coming into my room, but at this time, neither of the two people could hear the deliberate meaning in it.

Qin Jing stood a little at a loss, so he quickly opened the door of Mo Bai's room and walked to the bedroom next to him.

Of course Wen Jili followed him.

When he walked into the room, he smelled a refreshing scent of soap, which was Qin Jing's usual smell.

As soon as the door closed, Wen Jili took off his clothes without changing into Mo Bai's pajamas. He casually leaned back on the chair next to him and began to look at the room.

Comparing it with the room just now, you can tell that this woman chose a guest bedroom for herself.

"Qin Jing, how far can you go for Mo Bai?"

The man looked around the room, turned his gaze away, and suddenly asked this question.

Qin Jing, who was looking for needlework, was slightly startled. He paused for a moment, then continued to take out the sewing box and put it on the table next to him. He grabbed the clothes and answered, "Everything."

Wen Jili frowned, not sure if it was because of this answer or other reasons.

He glanced at the woman in front of him and started to thread the needle. He was staring at the needle hole, holding one end of the thin thread and concentrating on threading it through the needle hole.

The thin line passed diagonally through the pinhole, but it didn't pass through once, which was a bit annoying.

Focusing on the pinhole again, I inserted the needle again, but my eyes began to narrow slightly. I held one end of the thin thread and slowly pushed it towards the pinhole. It was still tilted, and the woman's mouth slightly pursed in dissatisfaction.

Taking a breath, Qin Jing once again raised the needle and thin thread to his eyes, half-squinted his eyes, concentrated on fighting the needle hole, slowed down to the slowest speed, and slowly threaded the needle.[

Success...

The woman's face showed an expression of joy unconsciously, her eyes were bent, and she was holding the threaded needle and thread in front of the man next to her, like a primary school student who had received a certificate and was waiting for praise.

For just a moment, when Qin Jing turned around and saw the man, he immediately retracted his joy, lowered his head again, and carefully mended the scattered buttons on his clothes.

The woman's smile and eyes were all caught in the man's eyes, and the corners of Wen Jili's lips curled up.

The two of them didn't say another word. Qin Jing, who was mending buttons with his head down, sometimes had his hair hanging down in front of his forehead, blocking his sight. From time to time, he would tuck his hair behind his ears with his hands.
Chapter completed!