Wen Xin rolled her eyes helplessly, then knelt down on the bed and carefully wiped his hair.
His hair is very soft and has an obvious light brown color. Wen Wen didn't know that men's hair can be so beautiful.
Mo Sijue closed his eyes in enjoyment and allowed her small hands to gently rub the top of his head. In this moment of tranquility, a kind of tacit understanding had been formed in the peaceful relationship between the two.
"I'll take you to Tower Bridge to watch the sunset tomorrow!" Mo Sijue lay back and hugged Wenxin into his chest. The fragrance of his bath lingered in front of Wenxin's nose, and she curled up helplessly with her hands.
The thought of sleeping with him brought back the fear that night, and she resisted and pushed away the distance between the two.
"Mo Sijue, can you..." Wen Xin was invisibly tortured by him, but the prince seemed to have no sign of awakening. He pulled the quilt next to him and covered the two of them, scolding him in a sullen tone.
Saying, "Sleep!"
Wen Xin didn't dare to move anymore. The two people under the quilt were each thinking. When she was about to fall asleep, she vaguely felt that arm coming over her, and one of his hands happened to cover the position of her heart.
In London in October, the sun was warm and the wind was gentle, and the sky was clear. Waves of fragrance spread out from the manor. The room they lived in had the best sunshine. As soon as Wenxin opened his eyes, he saw the perfect face of Sir Moss.
With his picky facial features and wide-open sapphire eyes, he looks like a prince from a comic book.
"Are you in love with me?" Mo Sijue blinked and stretched out a hand to tap the tip of Wen Xin's nose. A suspicious blush appeared on that clean little face. Wen Wen was startled and then realized
I had been staring at him for a long time.
A guilty conscience of being caught doing bad things made her immediately jump up. Because she used too much force, her head suddenly hit Mo Sijue's chin. He grunted twice in pain, then raised his eyebrows and glared at the bewildered man.
The woman said, "Damn woman, why are you so excited?"
"You..." Wen Xin muttered, and counterattacked with some lack of confidence, "Shameless!"
Mo Sijue also liked to laugh when he was angry, but it was a sneer without warmth. He tugged at the corners of his lips, rubbed his chin with one hand, and looked at her with squinted eyes, "Is it possible that you are really in love with me?"
Bar?"
"Are you sick?" Wenxin jumped out of bed quickly and stared at him as if he were a monster. This man was really arrogant. She had just given up her prejudice against him because of his series of abnormal actions.
He is so shameless!
Wen Xin covered her face and hid in the bathroom. When she heard Mo Sijue's uncontrollable low laughter, she looked at the peach-faced woman with rosy cheeks in the mirror. Is this still herself?
Why is my heart beating so fast all of a sudden?
When she changed her clothes and went out, Mo Sijue was already dressed neatly. He looked so sunny and handsome in his white casual clothes. Wen Wen knocked on his head in annoyance. What was wrong with her? The more she looked at him, the more pleasing she became.
Already?
"Does our outfit look like a couple's outfit?" Mo Sijue suddenly came up to her and asked with his chin raised.
She was so young and energetic, and when he was with her, he always felt like he was a few years younger!
Wen Xin's heart felt like it was tickling, and her face became hot again because of his words. Mo Sijue saw her shy and charming expression in his eyes, with a slight smile in the corner of his eyes. He suddenly held her hand and held her fingers tightly.
Snap, at this moment, both of them seemed to hear each other's heartbeat, and something seemed to overflow from the atrium...