Jing Mohao took her to the master bedroom and put her on the bed.
He brushed her bangs away with his lips, sowing a burning sensation on her cold forehead, and then looked at her somewhat transparent face.
"Waiting for me" The tone was light, but somehow, I could hear a little bit of hidden pain in it.
Luo Xi didn't raise her eyes, she lightly touched his wrist on her knees, buttoned the gold-encrusted buttons on his cuffs, and asked with pursed lips, "Why didn't you answer my call yesterday?"
Jing Mohao raised the temperature of his body and sent a steady stream of hot air to her.
His voice was deep, as if he was hiding something on his mind, "I thought you would be happy if I didn't pick her up." "" Why did he think that again?
Did he think it was what he thought it was?
Luo Xi remained silent as the coldness on his body reached his brain.
He felt a chill in his body and subconsciously leaned on the stove next to him, trying to restore his body temperature.
Jing Mohao's big hands held her feet, which were as cold as ice cubes, and injected heat into her from bottom to top.
Luo Xi was like a playful child held in her father's arms.
There was no blame or neglect, only a warm heart that held her in his arms and allowed her to absorb it.
He suddenly had the illusion of being loved.
Luo Xi smiled reluctantly at the man's clean shirt.
Now, she was a grown-up child, a child who had escaped from his arms.
The man lowered his face, his warm breath hit her face, and a piece of warm sunshine fell.
"Luoxi, is it not very authentic to be so close to me and not let me touch you?"
Luo Xi's eyelashes trembled.
She didn't know whether she was awakened by his words or by his breath.
She blinked hard and her expression became much clearer.
She remembered her purpose of looking for him yesterday, and rolled her eyes to look into his deep eyes, which were close at hand, "Jing Mohao, I found Xiao Qi."
The man stood still and didn't move, but there was a thump in his heart.
His eyes were fixed on her gradually red lips, and he asked knowingly, "Where are they?"
"That's the person in charge of the charity foundation you arrested.
You must have made a mistake.
Xiaoqi will not do such a thing."
Luo Xi's voice was not loud and not strong enough, but he was sure enough.
Jing Mohao avoided her gaze and replied in a vague way, "How are you sure it's not him?"
He blamed him but the order he gave was to leave it to the media.
Now that the outside world is making an uproar, it is really not easy to hide her.
Luo Xi was slightly dissatisfied with his suspicion and retorted, "I know Xiaoqi, a person's nature will not change."
They grew up together and received Ding Runing's orthodox and disciplined family education.
What's more, he has more fatherly love than himself and will never touch these outrageous things.
Some things are destined to be unchangeable since childhood, such as Jing Mohao and her.
This time Jing Mohao didn't scold her for being stupid, he didn't joke, he didn't ridicule, he just took a short breath, not knowing where to focus his attention, and said, "Luo Xi, this world is much more complicated than you think. " Luo Xi listened to his meaningful words, raised her eyes to look at him, and unexpectedly saw a tiny stubble on his raised chin.
He has never been such a sloppy person.
He always shaves his beard cleanly in time.
I wonder what he has done all day and night to be able to put aside his mysophobia
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