Chapter 812

Seeing that she didn't move, Mo Shichen called her again, "job's tears?"

That low and slightly confused tone, like really didn't notice her eyes, just looked at her deeply.

Wenyi takes a deep breath, takes back his eyes, continues to move his hands, and helps him take off his shirt.

There is no bandage on his wound. There is a shallow scab on the place where the bullet penetrates, but it hasn't grown well yet. If it's soaked in water, it's likely to return to its original shape.

Throwing her shirt, she got up and turned around. "Take off your pants."

The man's voice is low. "I can't."

“……”

"Mo Shichen, don't push forward, take off quickly."

With that, she turned around again.

He did not speak, and in response to her there was silence, not even a ripple of water.

She waited for about a minute, but finally she couldn't bear to look back at him. Then she found out what the man looked like just now.

Wenyi was really annoyed by his virtue. He said in a cold voice, biting his teeth, "you can't take off, you can't wash, you can sit in the bathtub all night."

Put down this sentence and she walked out with an air of anger.

When she went out, she didn't forget to take the doorknob with her. Then she slammed the door so hard that the whole bedroom shook.

But in addition, it's total silence, and the man says nothing.

Wenyi rushed out of the bathroom and threw herself straight on the big bed. Even though she was still angry, she rolled back and forth several times, almost from the head of the bed to the end of the bed, even though she could not calm down.

The man clearly intended it. From the beginning to the end, it was such a routine. He could not take off his clothes or take a bath. He could also say that he was shameless. What's more, he had a thick skin to break the wall.

She closed her eyes and made up her mind to ignore him.

Five minutes later, she was a little calmer.

Ten minutes later, she realized that there was something wrong with her. Why should she consciously stay in his bedroom and wait for him to take a bath? When she was about to leave, she was held by him. Now no one stopped her.

In this way, she immediately sat up. As soon as she wanted to get up and go out, she remembered that she was wearing a bathrobe, which was also a man's bathrobe. Her clothes were still in the bathroom and were wet.

She thought about it. When she left the manor, she didn't pack up a lot of things. If Mo Shichen didn't specifically ask the servant to clean up her things and throw them out, there should be her clothes in the cloakroom.

People have come to the door, and hold the doorknob opened the door, can lift the foot or inexplicably did not step out.

A few seconds later, it's back.

She closed the door, sat back in bed, and raised her wrist to look at her watch.

Half an hour later, there was no movement.

After an hour, there was still no movement.

Wenyi closed his eyes and opened it half a minute later. He smiled. OK, he did. He was cruel. He won.

When she opened the bathroom door again, the man sitting in the water just opened his eyes and looked up at her.

When four eyes are opposite, she really can't distinguish. These black eyes, which are as deep as the ancient well on the moon night, are confused or awake.

"I thought you were asleep," Wenyi said in an emotional voice

He made a strange curve on the corner of his lips and stared at her directly. He said hoarsely, "I'm asleep, but the water is cold, which wakes me up."

"It's not that I'm afraid I'll leave. I've never forgotten to hold me when I'm asleep. I'm just sitting in the water. I'm not afraid I'll leave."

Mo Shichen looked at her for a while, then led her lips to smile gently, "I will catch a cold. If you don't care, it's not interesting for me to force you tonight. I will continue to work hard tomorrow."

Wenyi pursed her lips, but did not speak for a long time.

She still went in and leaned down to touch the water in the bathtub. After an hour, the water could not be cooler.

"You take off your pants and I'll let you water again."

This time, he responded simply and neatly, "well, good."

The man came out of the bathtub, barefoot on the ground, stood aside, bowed his head, untied his belt, and took off his trousers with water.

Wenyi put the water in the bathtub, and then put most of the hot water in the bathtub again.

The voice of clothes being thrown to the side, Wenyi didn't react to it, so he was held by the man from behind, "job's son."

"You're cold and wet. I've taken a bath. Don't hold me."

With his chin resting on her shoulder, he smiled low. "I thought you were gone."

He even heard the opening of the door.

"If I leave, when are you going to get out of the bathtub?" she said

"I don't know. I think I'll come out."

He just didn't want to move for a while. Too much alcohol made him numb and dull. He was a little drunk and tired. If he didn't need to wake up, he just wanted to rest, even if he sat in cold water, but he didn't feel anything."You take a bath. If you don't let me wash you, I might spill water on your wound. After a night of trouble, I'm tired too. I'll wait for you outside."

"Don't go?"

"I left just now."

"Good."

The man's long fingers brushed the hair beside her ears, bowed his head and kissed her on the cheek. "You go to find a nightdress and put it on. I wet the bathrobe."

Wenyi didn't answer. He pushed his hand and walked out quietly.

Fifteen minutes later.

Because Mo Shichen's bathrobe was worn off by Wenyi, he could only pull a bath towel, so he walked out around his waist.

The headlight in the bedroom was turned off, leaving only two dim yellow bedside lights at the head of the bed.

The slender figure of the woman stood in front of the French window.

When ink Chen looked at her, the color of her eyes suddenly darkened, and even her breath sank. The throat knot rolled up and down, but when she saw the fireworks between her fingers, she frowned suddenly.

Wenyi dried most of her hair, but maybe she didn't have much patience, so she was still wet for two or three minutes. Instead of listening to him, she took a white men's shirt out of the closet and put it on casually.

Cool and sexy.

This can be extremely pleasing to the eyes and heart, especially when women are willing to take the initiative to wear men's clothes, it is self-evident.

If she didn't have a cigarette in her hand.

Standing there, she seemed to enjoy the night view outside the window. She smoked carelessly and skillfully.

Mo Shichen's long legs immediately stepped onto her body, one hand went over her waist to collect her into his arms, the other hand cleverly grabbed the smoke between her fingers and put it out.

He looked down at her face, his voice tense. "Why smoke?"

Wenyi seems to have noticed that he came out when he met her. He looked up at his handsome face and saw half of the cigarette he had taken away. He didn't care. "Bored, I just saw the cigarette and lighter at the head of the bed and lit one. Don't you need such a big reaction?"