Naturally, Qiao An couldn't hear what Mo Kai said, but when he saw him finish speaking, Xin's brows were filled with joy for a moment, and her voice was as clear and high as an oriole, "Really?"

Mo Kai nodded, "So let's drink this obediently, okay?"

Xinyi never said no again.

Mo Kai said with satisfaction that he was so good, then he picked up the spoon with his long fingers, put it to his mouth, blew on it, and handed it over.

Xinyi opened his mouth and swallowed it very cooperatively, even though his face was wrinkled because of the bitter taste.

Mo Kai fed him one bite at a time, being extraordinarily patient, and the medicine bowl gradually reached the bottom.

Perhaps the bitter taste became stronger towards the end, and Xinyi couldn't swallow the last mouthful, so he choked and coughed, spraying it all over Mo Kai's body.

The bright white collar and sleeves were instantly mottled and miserable.

Qiao An's breath hitched.

Mo Kai didn't look panicked at all, he just put down the bowl in his hand hurriedly and stroked Xinyi's back to make sure she wasn't choked.

It wasn't until he saw Xin's unharmed face that Mo Kai began to reach out for the tissues on the coffee table.

"Why don't you take it off and wash it?" Qiao An instinctively said as he looked at the white shirt that became increasingly stained with rubbing.

Qiao An saw Mo Kai stunned for a moment, thinking that he was thinking about the feasibility of taking it off and washing it, so he added without thinking, "You can change this one, I just happen to have a shirt of yours here."

After Qiao An finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself. Why was his mouth always running faster than his brain in front of Mo Kai?

That shirt was exactly what Qiao An wore back from Mo Kai's private yacht that night, his.

She has worn it and then asked him to put it back on?

What's more, there is Fang Ziyu in this room, so there is no need to wear that. It's not like Fang Ziyu has no clothes.

Qiao An's cheeks began to feel hot unconsciously.

Just as he was about to make a haha ​​and take it back, Mo Kai suddenly spoke first, "Okay."

Then he got up and entered Qiao An's room in a familiar way.

When Qiao An saw this, he knew it was too late to regret, so he hurriedly followed the room with his head down.

Mo Kai stopped suddenly, and Qiao An was so panicked that she didn't notice and hit his powerful back with her head.

Qiao An took a deep breath and encouraged himself. As long as he was not embarrassed, he would be the one who was embarrassed.

Then she pretended to be calm and composed, walked around Mo Kai's tall and straight body, walked to the closet, and took out the Mo Kai shirt that she had put on.

Turning his head, he was stunned.

Mo Kai had already taken off his vest and was slowly loosening the top button of his shirt with his long pointed fingers.

With the slightly loose collar, the jawline is smooth, the Adam's apple is strong, and the neck is strong...

The point is, the moment Mo Kai moved, his eyes did not dodge at all, and he focused directly on Qiao An, and the atmosphere was instantly filled with a layer of lingering infatuation.

"Bring it here." Mo Kai's voice was calm.

But hearing this made Qiao Anxin tremble.

Everyone said that Mo Kai was abstinent, but only Qiao An knew that under his well-dressed, gentle gentleman appearance, there was a blazing red fire that could easily burn her to ashes.

He is a dormant lion, domineering and absolutely dominant. And the bed behind Qiao An is also engraved with the charm of their past.

The atmosphere had an inexplicable and delicate feeling of a tug of war between men and women.

Qiao An couldn't help but clench her fingers, and for a moment she didn't know whether she would throw down her shirt and run away or just pretend to be a wooden figure.


Chapter completed!