Chapter 40
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Jiang Mochen watched him leave in satisfaction and couldn't help but smile. He felt that Yan Qingchi was very mysterious. Sometimes he was mature and rational, but sometimes he was innocent and cute. He was like a big cat with drooping eyelids. He looked indifferent, but he had his own territory and pride.
Yan Qingchi quickly took a shower and returned to bed. Jiang Mochen also took a shower. Then they turned off the lights and got into bed.
Yan Qingchi was used to sleeping on his side with his back facing him. Jiang Mochen looked at the back of his head and suddenly put his hand on his waist. It was rare for him to be so attentive. "Does your waist hurt?"
Yan Qingchi was a little unaccustomed to his sudden attentiveness. "What's wrong?"
"I'm concerned about you."
"You're unaccountably attentive. You must be hiding evil intentions!"
"I'm sorry, I just finished."
"What if you're lustful again?"
Jiang Mochen laughed. "Then I'll be letting you down if I don't do something now!"
"Don't, don't, don't." Yan Qingchi held him down. "You can massage it."
Jiang Mochen massaged him silently. As he massaged, he criticized and educated him. "Can't you think of me in a better light?"
"Next time, I'll definitely think of you in a better light, like a prince charming."
"That's more like it."
After Jiang Mochen finished speaking, he didn't say anything else. Yan Qingchi didn't say anything else. The night was quiet, and the air was a little quiet.
After a long time, Jiang Mochen asked, "Today, at that time, were you afraid? Were you afraid that I would get hurt? "
Yan Qingchi didn't answer.
Jiang Mochen called him.
Yan Qingchi turned to look at him. In the darkness, the two of them couldn't see each other clearly, but they could vaguely see each other's silhouettes. Jiang Mochen heard Yan Qingchi ask him, "Are you asking me this because you want me to say that I was afraid?"
Jiang Mochen didn't say anything.
Yan Qingchi didn't say anything either.
The room was quiet again.
After a long time, Yan Qingchi turned his head away and said, "Go to sleep."
Jiang Mochen replied with a "hmm" and continued to massage his waist.
Yan Qingchi did not ask him to stop, nor did he say anything. He slowly closed his eyes.
Jiang Mochen looked at the back of his head and gently rubbed it while asking himself, "Is he hoping that Yan Qingchi will say that he's scared?" If so, why is that?
Jiang Mochen did not delve into it, nor did he dare to. He could only ask himself why he asked Yan Qingchi this question, and what answer did he hope to get?
The answer almost came out of his mouth, but he suppressed it. He looked at Yan Qingchi, who quietly and noiselessly approached him from behind.
At seven o 'clock the next morning, Yan Qingchi opened her eyes in a daze. When she was about to get up, she heard Jiang Mochen say, "You don't have any scenes today. Why are you up so early? There's no place for you to run in the morning. "
Upon hearing this, Yan Qingchi felt that what he said made sense, so she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
When she woke up again, it was already eleven o 'clock in the morning. Yan Qingchi turned around and saw Jiang Mochen playing with his phone.
"You're awake?" he asked.
Yan Qingchi replied with a "hmm".
"I'll order breakfast then," Jiang Mochen said and called the service number at the front desk.
Yan Qingchi lifted the quilt and got out of bed to wash up.
After a while, the service staff served breakfast.
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