Mo Siyu had just leaned over, and his palm just so happened to land on the other's chest.

Chu Chuyan only felt that it was soft, and he didn't know what he had touched, so he stretched out his hand and squeezed it hard.

Before he could react, he was slapped hard on the back of his hand with a "snap".

Mo Siyu's voice was cool, and it sounded close at hand: "Where are you going to touch it? Haven't you heard of Do Not Touch Evil Evil?"

Chu Chuyan: "..."

Chu Chuyan paused for a while, before reacting belatedly, "Did I accidentally bump into a girl?"

After hearing Mo Siyu's cold snort, and thinking of the tactile sensation in his palm just now, Chu Chuyan was in a bad mood, and stammered an explanation: "I'm sorry, I didn't know the girl was back."

As he said that, his bloodless face suddenly turned red like a boiled shrimp again.

Mo Siyu pushed him into the hole, only felt the tentacles heat up, saw his face suddenly hot and flushed, belatedly remembered that this man had the same reaction last night when he sucked poisoned blood for him, and suddenly became a little excited .

Is this man shy?

It's not that he has been taken advantage of, she hasn't blamed him yet, but this man has become so shy and irritable.

It's really strange.

When I was in the same room with this person before, I only knew that this person did not communicate easily with women, and he was considered clean, but now that he has regained his daughter's body and shared a room with him, this person is actually shy and embarrassing, extremely uncomfortable, I don't know why this person is uncomfortable.

A little blind man who can't see anything.

Mo Siyu pushed him inside, took out a fruit from the net pocket, wiped it on his body, and stuffed it into his hand: "Eat it."

Chu Chuyan held the fruit, "Has the girl lived here all this time?"

"No." Mo Siyu sighed, and didn't bother to explain: "The entrance of the cave is halfway up the mountain. I put half a stone at the entrance of the cave. If you touch the half stone, don't go outside. It will fall down with one foot, there is only a rock slab outside, if you want to bask in the sun, when I am here, I will take you to sit on it."

Chu Chuyan seemed to be immersed in her voice, and asked, "Where is the girl from?"

Mo Siyu raised his eyebrows: "My voice sounds like a friend of yours?"

Chu Chuyan nodded, held the fruit and took a bite. Although the movement was not large, it still touched the wound on his chest, causing burning pain.

He frowned, raised his hand and pressed.

Mo Siyu leaned over to check the wound on his chest: "The wound is a bit deep, I have already detoxified the poison in your body, don't move around recently, so as not to involve the wound."

Chu Chuyan asked again: "My eyes, can I see again?"

Mo Siyu also couldn't make up his mind: "I don't know, I'm not 100% sure."

Chu Chuyan asked: "The night before yesterday, was it you, the girl who played the whistle?"

Mo Siyu: "..., no!"

Hearing Mo Siyu's denial, the boy's tense expression eased a little, his clenched fist loosened, and a look of disappointment flashed across his face.

Seeing his appearance, Mo Siyu said again: "But if you take me for it, then so be it."

She pressed the bamboo flute to her lips, and played him a sticky and erotic song that she heard in Lan Kwai Fong when she was a child.

Listening to this tune, Chu Chuyan's face turned red and pale, but she was embarrassed to ask her to stop.

At the end of the song, Mo Siyu tilted his head and looked at the person in front of him: "You don't like the sound of the bamboo flute?"