Sorry, I can't love you

Xia Liang doesn't want to listen to Xia Bingqing. He looks around the house and asks,

"What about brother Mo Shi? Are you back? "

Xia Bingqing was stunned for a few seconds, his face suddenly brightened, and his eyebrows and eyes were stained with a smile, "when you want to find ink?"

"I have something to do with him." Xia Liang dare not say too much.

Xia Bingqing suddenly changed her clothes and said in a soft voice,

"He's in the room."

"Then I'll find him."

Said, Xia Liang will go.

"Hey, wait a minute," Xia Bingqing caught up with her, grabbed her arm, swept her up and down, and frowned,

"What's the hurry? Mo Shi stays in the room and can't run. You go back to the room with me and change your clothes first. What does this look like? "

Xia Liang subconsciously looked down. The white T-shirt was stained with gray and white coffee stains. It was really embarrassing and inappropriate. I'm afraid Tang Mo would ridicule her with things in the afternoon, so she reluctantly promised Xia Bingqing to go back to her room and change clothes.

But what she didn't expect was that just after she returned to her room, she was forcibly pushed into the bathroom and directly pressed in the bath by Xia Bingqing, forcing her to wash her whole body up and down.

"You smell the smell of your sweat, so you don't get scolded when you look for ink."

Xia Bingqing sat on the edge of the bath with a rare gentle tone. She rubbed a large mass of fragrance shampoo on Xia Liang's head, rubbed it carefully for her, and said,

"Wash it clean. Don't embarrass me. I can tell you that ink likes to be clean."

Xia Liang suddenly pushed away Xia Bingqing's hand, with some alienation in his eyes,

"I'll do it myself."

Although Xia Bingqing obeyed her and loosened her hand, she didn't mean to go out. Instead, she talked endlessly and instructed her to rub here and wash there. She refused to stop for half a minute.

Finally, after taking a bath, he searched for half a day in the cool wardrobe, picked out a set of cool white dress that he had never worn before, forced her to wear it, and finally gave it a few scents.

It was late at night when Xia Liang could go out.

She was a little annoyed, and all over her body was a perfume of a smoked dead person who was not satisfied with her life. After a while, she smelt 80% of Tang Mo's time to be sarcastic. But now she had no time to think about it.

Standing at the door of Tang Mo's room, Xia Liang knocked again and again.

Waiting for a long time, no one responded.

After hesitating for a while, she knocked on the door again and raised her voice,

"Brother, if you don't talk, I'll come first."

She twisted the door handle. Before Tang Mo's response, she put a little effort, directly pressed the whole door handle down, and then carefully pushed open the door.

The first thing to come into view is the cool blue gray tone in the room, the very simple home style, a bunch of lavender in white porcelain bottles on the tea table, and the smell of calming the nerves in the room. All these are in line with the temperament of Tang mo.

Xia Liang looked around. There was no one in the room, only a rustling sound from the bathroom.

Before she recovered, the bathroom direction "stabbed" a burst of door opening sound sounded. With the fragrance of shower gel, Xia Liang's face suddenly changed and looked at the man who opened the door in shock.

Tang Mo seemed to have just taken a bath and his hair was still wet.

The whole body is surrounded by a wide bath towel around the waist, revealing the whole chest unreservedly. The water stains on the hair tips drip on the body and slide down the wheat colored chest. This is a bloody picture.

Xia Liang was so stupid that he just felt his throat tightened. All the prepared words were forgotten all at once.

Tang Mo's hand was still on the door frame of the bathroom, and his other hand kept wiping his head. His eyes fell on the girl standing by the bed, and his eyes tightened.

The girl was wearing a snow-white dress and a half off shoulder shirt skirt style, which just set off her slender white neck and a pair of exquisite collarbones.

At the moment, she stared at him with a shocked face, with a timid crimson on her face. Tang Mo even clearly saw that her throat rolled slightly and made an imaginative swallowing action.

To break this beautiful picture, it is a strong face to the pungent perfume smell, so that Tang Mo quickly found his reason, only slightly with some temperature of the eyes cold instantly.

Xia Liang visited late at night. It seems that he doesn't have to think about what his intention is.

It's not the first time.

Tang Mo stared at her coldly and said word by word,

"Who let you in?"

Xia Liang suddenly recovered, "I don't mean anything else. I'm looking for you for work."

"Work? Do you have no brain or do you think I'm easy to fool? "

Tang Mo sneered,

When Xia Bingqing gave himself a spray of perfume, Xia Liang expected that he would be misunderstood and hurriedly explained.

"No, I'm really because..."

"Ah..."