Aloof Master Can't Hold Himself

Countless complex emotions flashed in his heart, but Nangong Mo was still light on the surface. He reached out, quietly took the remote control in her hand, turned off the TV directly, and then said faintly, "don't watch this bloody thing at night..."

The room was about to recover again. Nangong Mo stopped. His slender fingertips touched her cold ankle. His eyebrows frowned slightly. He opened the quilt and brought her in. His palm naturally wrapped her feet

Shu Muwan looked up at this time and calmly confronted him. With a soft and weak voice and a low and cool irony, he asked back word by word: "are these... More bloody than what you usually do?"

She did it on purpose!

He is familiar with and naturally gentle to her. She can't adapt at all and will only feel more and more embarrassed... Therefore, she doesn't know why. At this moment, she suddenly wants to annoy him! Suddenly want to annoy him!

Nangong Mo's action was a slight pause. Obviously, he didn't expect that she would suddenly ask such a sharp question. He hugged her arm and tightened it slightly, but finally suppressed all his emotions and sighed helplessly: "sleep."

His palm patted her back twice. He comforted her with a soft voice. He had a bad temper... The more he knew what she wanted to do, the more he could bear it.

He pulled the quilt and motioned her to lie down. Shu Muwan didn't move. She stared at him quietly for two seconds and pushed her further and further: "I can't sleep. I'm hungry!" While talking, the cold soles of his feet kicked him out

"Hungry?" He asked patiently, picked up his cell phone and looked at the time - at this time... Should the housekeeper have gone to bed long ago?

Just half a second's hesitation, he turned and got out of bed, casually put on his home clothes, and even helped her tuck in her quilt corner and lower her body to coax: "I'll help you get it now, okay?"

The tall figure soon disappeared in the room. Shu Mu looked at the empty big bed at night, and some couldn't react: why? Isn't he angry

He will be back soon.

He took a small cheese cake in one hand and a cup of warm milk in the other hand. He was still steaming... He was out of tune with the cold and dark image in peacetime, which surprised Shu Muwan.

Like a god shining with golden luster, he did human trifles himself.

Nangong Mo sat on the edge of the bed and handed these to her lips at the nearest position to her. Looking at her stunned appearance, the corners of his lips couldn't help rising and slowly opened his mouth with a bit of banter: "do you want me to feed?"

She suddenly woke up.

Wake up from this dreamlike warmth!

"I don't want this!" She angrily refused to open her face, making trouble like a willful child, and tried her best to challenge his bottom line, "I want to eat salty."

The atmosphere suddenly solidified. She obviously felt his arm stiff, and the veins on his arm burst faintly... He was angry.

Shu Muwan always lowered his head, but there was a great pleasure in his heart: Nangong Mo, you are angry! Hit her with milk! Yell at her! Let her go tonight... She can't wait!

For several seconds, she didn't wait for the expected storm, but heard his decadent sigh——

"... OK, I'll get salty."

He got up and left the bedroom again with cake and hot milk, leaving her a generous figure and an unpredictable mood.

Why aren't you angry?

The fist in the quilt was tight and tight. Shu Muwan wanted to catch up with him and yelled at him: Nangong Mo, what can you bear? Just quarrel when I'm upset! Anyway, as long as we break out, we can shoot two scattered and irrelevant!

This time, he didn't come back soon.

Waiting in the bedroom, Shu Muwan was more and more uneasy to sit and stand. She simply put on her clothes, carefully opened the door and poked out - the whole villa was quiet. She went down the stairs step by step. When she was about to get to the living room, she heard the small collision of pots and bowls and the "hiss" of oil smoke in the kitchen

He's... Cooking?!

Cook for her?!

In my heart, I was more and more unbelievable, but I couldn't help approaching the sound source step by step. Finally, I saw his tall and cool figure, busy in the kitchen, putting a bowl of steaming egg fried rice into the bowl

Nangong mo

Shu Muwan's nose can't help but feel a little sour. At the moment, his mood is hate and complex: Nangong Mo, are you a fool? Do you really want salty food?

She is deliberately tossing him, can't he see it!!!

"Down?" As soon as he looked back, he saw her standing stunned at the door. Nangong Mo naturally smiled at her, brought the fried rice to the table and asked her what she meant, "just eat here?"

Shu Muwan's throat choked inexplicably.

Originally, she had planned to wait for him to bring "salty" to the room, and then arrogantly tell him "don't want to eat". He wasn't angry, so she made up two more feet on his bottom line... But now, she can't do it.

Looking at the bowl of simple and fresh fried rice, Shu Muwan slowly went over and sat down, slowly picked up chopsticks and began to eat bit by bit - this was... He made it for her himself, and... Got up in the middle of the night

Why do you have to accommodate her like this?

"Is it delicious?" He sat down next to her, poured a cup of warm water and pushed it over. "There are only eggs in the fridge."

Shu Mu was stiff at night. She just felt that she had been stabbed hard in her heart. She was in a moment of panic in this strange tenderness... She didn't know how to deal with it. She had to "Ping" down her chopsticks and throw him a cold evaluation: "it's not delicious!"

Her eyes nervously avoided him. She stood up like an escape, rummaged in the cupboard, and found a reason to prevaricate: "I have to dip in sauce to eat!"

She had to stand up and calm down before she could get used to his good habits.

There is only one bottle of caviar left in the cupboard. It tastes like seafood.

She didn't avoid eating. She sat down and put out a big spoon and spread it on the fried rice. It seemed that she was extremely disgusted with his cooking. She could barely eat it only with sauce... And he wasn't angry. He just watched quietly.

Until she ate most of it, he slowly opened his mouth: "now it's delicious?"

Salty!

It's salty with sauce!

Shu Muwan gnawed his teeth angrily, but he didn't want to admit that the sauce was bad, and he wanted to break his forbearance beyond mortals. So she scooped up a spoon directly, handed it to his lips and asked coldly, "eat and see!"

She knows——

This is what she ate!

And he's allergic to seafood!

But that's what she asked.

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