Ling Luoyu's voice was a bit naughty, which made Mo Xuanchen want to push open the screen and take a closer look.

However, after lifting his feet, he still stopped his reverie, lowered his eyes and smiled softly.

"I'll wait for you outside!"

When Ling Luoyu put on his clothes and walked out, he saw that Mo Xuanchen had obtained a food box from somewhere.

"What's this?"

"My apology!"

Mo Xuanchen took out the food and wine from the food box unhurriedly and placed them on the stone table in the yard.

"I just offended you, so I'm going to apologize to you now!"

Ling Luoyu looked up at the clear night sky, a little speechless: "Mo Xuanchen, are you sick? You stayed up in the middle of the night and came here to drink?!"

Mo Xuanchen's food box had obviously been prepared a long time ago, and it seemed that he came to her specifically for a drink.

If there was a moon at this time, it would be okay to admire the moon.

There are only a few stars, what is there to see!!

Mo Xuanchen didn't seem to hear Ling Luoyu's protest and bowed elegantly to invite him with a clear smile.

"Master Luo, please!"

Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes speechlessly, tightened his clothes, and sat down on the stone bench angrily.

Mo Xuanchen had already sat down, but looking at her wet and dripping hair, he stood up quietly.

"Let me help you!"

Ling Luoyu's heart moved inexplicably, and she sat there motionless, watching him slowly walk behind her.

She remembered something——

That time, after she came out of the shower, she complained with her wet hair.

"This shabby place doesn't even have a hair dryer. When will this hair be dry..."

"What does chicken blow dry... do?? What does chicken blow dry... have to do with hair??"

"My machine is not your chicken! Your chicken can only be eaten, but my machine can dry your hair..."

She imitated a hair dryer and blew her long wet hair.

Mo Xuanchen couldn't help but laugh: "It's just dry hair, why do you have to find some kind of chicken? I can also be your chicken!!"

His fingertips slid through her long hair, and where they passed, water mist rose up, and the ink-dyed blue hair became dry and smooth in the blink of an eye.

When Mo Xuanchen's fingertips picked up her long hair again, Ling Luoyu's heart was inexplicably pounding like a deer, and her breathing became rapid.

The water mist dispersed, and the hair became dry bit by bit in Mo Xuanchen's palm.

The two sat in silence, enjoying the warmth and tranquility.

When the last trace of dry hair fell, Mo Xuanchen did not return to his seat, but stood there quietly, looking at her back in trance.

Why?

Why would he do this so naturally??

Why doesn't it feel inappropriate for a grown man to blow-dry another man's long hair?

Stroking the silky green hair, why did he feel a strange feeling in his heart.

It seems that this picture seems familiar??

His fingertips trembled slightly, and he hesitated for a long time before finally placing his hand gently on her shoulder.

"Have we...really met?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I feel like... I've done this for you before!!"

Ling Luoyu's heart ached, but his shoulders sank. He slid his hand away, calmly grabbed the wine bottle, and handed it to Mo Xuanchen.

"Didn't you say you wanted to treat me to a drink? Then why are you just sitting here?!"

At this time, Ling Luoyu wanted to tell Mo Xuanchen all the things that happened in the past!

But she can't!!
Chapter completed!