Paranoid Master Mo pampered

The fragrant face is half-opened and charming, and in the court, the beautiful woman washes off her new make-up. ——Li Qingzhao
The bathroom door opened.

Yun Chuyao came out wrapped in a white bathrobe. She stepped on the soft carpet with her bare feet. Her ankles were slender and the insteps were thin. With a slight movement, there were obvious tendons protruding. Ten toes, like They are ten pearls, inexplicably delicate and cute.

Mo Yelan's eyes fell, and he stayed on the girl's feet for a moment, then calmly retracted, but his Adam's apple rolled uncontrollably.

Yun Chuyao didn't notice, she just tilted her head slightly and wiped her hair with a dry towel.

Her hair has a lot of volume, and it takes a long time to wipe off the water droplets on her hair, and several towels have to be changed during the period.

Under the light in the bedroom, her jet-black hair glowed with a honey-colored brilliance, setting off her fair skin more delicately.

Mo Yelan's eyes fell on her face unconsciously.

It is an extremely beautiful scene for a beauty to come out of the bath, and one can't help but have a glimpse of youth.

Yun Chuyao's exquisite facial features seemed to be wrapped in a layer of light mist, which was charming and charming, and the movement of her eyes seemed to be full of spring water, which was charming rather than vulgar.

A drop of water fell from the tip of her hair, passed through her swan neck, and fell into the sunken collarbone.

Mo Yelan slightly narrowed his eyes, covered with water, and the pupils were dark.

"Aren't you going to take a bath?" Yun Chuyao raised her eyes to look at the man who was still lying on his side on the bed, and asked purely.

"No hurry." The man's voice was low and mellow, and it was even more magnetic and moving under the darkness of night.

His eyes were not willing to move away from the person in front of him at all, and the corners of his lips curved slightly: "Let me see you for a while."

There was a little more ambiguity in the tone.

Yun Chuyao was taken aback for a moment, her red lips curled slightly, and she gave the man a coquettish look.

Finally, her hair was almost wiped, she casually put the towel on the back of the chair beside her, raised her eyebrows slightly at Mo Yelan: "Since you're not in a hurry to take a shower, why don't you help me dry my hair?"

The girl's eyes are arrogant, acting like a baby with confidence.

Mo Yelan gave a doting smile, without saying a word, got up to get the hair dryer.

The night was dark and full of moonlight.

Yun Chuyao sat with her legs crossed on a chair on the balcony, leisurely.

Mo Yelan stood behind her, holding a hair dryer to help her dry her hair.

The warm wind was blowing down, and the girl squinted her eyes enjoying it.

Staring at the bright night view outside the window, neither of them spoke, only the whirring sound of the hair dryer in the room.

I really like the feeling of being pampered by Mo Yelan...

Yun Chuyao looked at the figure of the man reflected on the glass window, and thought of that, the man was holding the hair dryer in one hand, and inserting the other in her hair, fiddled with it gently.

He lowered his head slightly, his expression focused and serious.

Yun Chuyao's red lips are lightly raised, her eyes are lightly curved, she likes every aspect of him so much, and the man who is serious and focused is the most handsome!
My heart throbbed, and the sound of my heartbeat gradually overshadowed the sound of the hair dryer.

Mo Yelan's eyes fell on the girl's thick black hair, but the message she received on her cell phone appeared in her mind.

Who is the person who texted her?
What is it with her?
Why would she give that person that note?

Really... I really care about it!
"Mo Yelan?" Yun Chuyao softly called the man's name, the hair dryer sounded a bit loud, but he didn't seem to hear or respond.

The girl was helpless, and unconsciously raised her hand to pat the man's arm.

"Huh?" Finally got a response, Mo Yelan couldn't help but temporarily turned off the hair dryer, leaned slightly, approached the girl's face, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Don't keep blowing on the same side of your hair, it's almost burnt." Yun Chuyao reminded her softly, her lips curled up helplessly.

She takes good care of her hair every day!I'm about to be blown dry and frizzy by Master Mo, how distressed I am!
"Oh..." Mo Yelan pursed her lips, "Sorry, I will pay attention."

He seemed a little distracted.

Yun Chuyao noticed carefully and frowned slightly.

"What's the matter with you?" She couldn't help asking, "Is there something on your mind?"

"No." Mo Yelan shook her head in denial, turned on the hair dryer again, and continued to dry her hair.

Yun Chuyao stared at the man's figure reflected on the window, and always felt that something was wrong...

After a while, Mo Yelan finally helped her dry her hair, then picked up the comb and combed her hair well.

Every movement of his is so gentle, like a massage, you can only understand how comfortable it is if you experience it yourself.

"Okay." He said softly, as if he had completed something with a sense of accomplishment.

After tidying up the hair dryer, comb, and the towel that Yun Chuyao put on the back of the chair, he was also ready to take a bath.

"I'll wait for you." Yun Chuyao turned to look at him, raising eyebrows at him ambiguously.

The corner of the man's lips curled slightly, he smiled gently, and without saying anything, he got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower.

The moment the bathroom door closed, the smile on Yun Chuyao's face disappeared instantly.

She frowned slightly, thoughtfully.

I still feel that something is wrong with Mo Yelan.

At this moment, the mobile phone that was left on the bed vibrated again, the girl withdrew her thoughts, got up and walked to the bed, picked up the mobile phone, and opened it.

Su Mu sent another message.

"Miss, why didn't you reply? Are you okay? If you are safe, please reply!"

At the same time as seeing this message, Yun Chuyao also saw the last message from Su Mu.

Looking at the time when the message was sent, it was when she was taking a shower in the bathroom.

Reminiscing about what's wrong with Mo Yelan... Could it be that he saw the message that Su Mu sent?

Immediately, Yun Chuyao frowned even more.

She didn't really want him to know too much, because if he didn't know anything, he wouldn't be hurt when things happened.

In this life, she must protect Mo Yelan!
Yun Chuyao lowered her head slightly and fell into deep thought. The soft light in the bedroom fell from above her head, and her thick and slender eyelashes like crow feathers cast a light shadow on her fair and jade-like cheeks.

After some time, she came back to her senses, tapped the keypad of her phone, and sent a message to Su Mu.

"I'm fine, don't worry, I'll talk about the list later."

After sending successfully, she long pressed to turn off the phone.

The sound of the hair dryer sounded in the bathroom, and Mo Yelan, who had already showered, was drying her hair.

The man's hair was short and dried quickly. The bathroom door opened again, and Mo Yelan stepped out.

He changed into a set of home clothes, and he looked casual and casual. His hair was a little fluffy after blow-drying, which successfully reduced his age by several years. At this moment, he looked like a freshly completed college student, handsome Milky, youthful, refreshing and clean.

Yun Chuyao's eyes fell on his face unconsciously, and even uncontrollably fell on his increasingly pink lips.

"I'm done washing." Mo Yelan said, as if reporting something to the teacher, she was indescribably obedient.

I really want to rua him.

Yun Chuyao couldn't help thinking this way, and took actual actions, stood up, walked towards the man with slender and straight legs.

The distance was getting closer, so close, she slowly raised her hand, actively hooked the man's neck, and pulled him towards her eyes...