Qiao An naturally couldn't hear what Mo Kai said, but when he saw him finishing his words, Xin was overjoyed in an instant, and his voice was as crisp and high as an oriole, "Really?"

Mo Kai nodded, "So we'll drink this obediently, okay?"

Xin never said no.

Mo Kai said with satisfaction that he was so obedient. Then he picked up the spoon with his fingers, blew it in his mouth, and handed it over.

Xinyi really cooperated and opened her mouth and swallowed it, although her little face had been wrinkled into a ball due to the bitterness.

Mo Kai fed it one by one, and was extremely patient, and the medicine bowl gradually came to the bottom.

Perhaps the bitterness became stronger at the end, and the last bite of Xin Yi couldn't swallow it. He choked and coughed, and directly sprayed Mo Kai's whole body.

The white collar and sleeves were instantly mottled and terrible.

Joan's breathing stagnated.

Mo Kai looked unhappy, so he hurriedly put down the bowl in his hand, stroked Xinyi's back, and confirmed whether she had been choked.

It was not until he saw Xin's unharmed expression that Mo Kai began to reach out to get the tissue from 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 was stained with the bigger the more he wiped the ground.

When Qiao An saw Mo Kai for a moment, he thought that he was thinking about the feasibility of taking it off and washing it. Then he added, "You can change this one, it just so happens that you have a shirt with me."

After saying that, Qiao An wanted to suck himself, why did he always have a faster mouth than his brain in front of Mo Kai?

The shirt was exactly what Joanan had worn back from Mo Kai's private yacht that night.

She walked through it, and then asked him to wear it back?

Besides, there is Fang Ziyu in this room, so there is no need to wear that one. Fang Ziyu is not without clothes.

Joan's cheeks began to get hot unconsciously.

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

Then he got up and entered Qiao An's room familiarly.

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

Mo Kai suddenly stopped. Qiao An didn't pay attention in panic and directly slapped his strong back.

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

Then he pretended to be calm and composed, bypassed Mo Kai's tall and straight body, walked towards the wardrobe, and took out the shirt she wore back, Mo Kai.

Turning his head, he was stunned.

Mo Kai had taken off his vest, and his long joints were clearly pointed at the buttons on the top of his shirt, slowly loosening his shirt.

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

The point is that when Mo Kai moves, his eyes do not avoid dodging at all, and throws them straightforwardly and focusedly on Qiao An. The atmosphere instantly feels like a touch of affection.

"Take it over." Mo Kai's voice was faint.

But Qiao Anxin was trembling when she heard it.

Everyone said that Mo Kai was abstinent, and only Qiao An knew that he was well-dressed and gentlemanly, there was a flaming red fire that could easily burn her into pieces.

He is a dormant lion waiting to move, strong, domineering and absolutely dominant. The bed behind Qiao An is also engraved with the beauty of their past.

The atmosphere inexplicably felt a subtle feeling of men and women's tug-of-warming.

Qiao An couldn't help but tighten her fingers, and she didn't know whether she was throwing her shirt off and running away or pretending to be a wooden man on the spot.

Chapter completed!