Chapter 368： Do you want me to tie you up? (2/2)
Before she could get up again, he was already holding the scarf of last night, kneeling on her side with one knee, leaning down and tied her two hands to the head, and tied the other end to the head of the bed.
Chi Huan's face staggered, ”Mo Shiqian!”
He didn't raise his head, but said indifferently, ”If you want to trouble me to tie your legs up, keep moving.”
”No need to wipe it inside!”
”It hurts.”
She looked at his handsome face with short black hair, biting her lip, ”I knew I was going to get hurt, why would you do that?”
The man's thin lips draw a cold arc, ”I know that it will make me angry, why do you want to do it?”
Chi Huan had nothing to say.
His knees knelt between her legs, preventing her from moving closer together.
She couldn't help, biting her lip over her face, twisting her eyes tightly elsewhere, trying to ignore the shudder that the man's fingers gave her, and even holding her breath unconsciously.
Mo Shiqian's movements are methodical. Without intentionally doing evil or other behaviors, he just applied the ointment.
After painting, he took his fingers and wiped them, glanced at the woman who was about to get up, and threw her back again.
”What are you doing?”
He didn't return, as if he didn't want to deal with her at all, just rubbed the paper towel into the trash, took the tube of ointment, and wiped her elsewhere--
There are definitely many places that are not enough to give yourself medicine.
The clear and cool ointment was spread evenly on the skin. Chi Huan, forced to lie on the mattress, could not see the look on the man's face, but could only feel that the fingers were completely different from last night's tenderness.
Her eyes were sour and she closed them.
When the whole body was in need, Mo Shiqian threw away the unused ointment, and got up and went to the bathroom to turn on the faucet and wash his hands.
After wiping it clean, he went out.
Did not talk to her.
He was unwilling to talk to her if it was not necessary.
Chi Huan had no choice but to always wear clothes.
She picked up the towel and wrapped it, and got up to go to the cloakroom.
Change clothes and come out, you can hear the movement in the kitchen, the knife fell on the cutting board, even the intensity is very rhythmic.
Chi Huan stood in the living room for a while, without leaving, pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window of the living room, and walked to the balcony.
It's about ten in the morning.
She raised her face slightly and looked at the gray sky.
Lancheng's winter is always so gloomy and heavy.
Because the room was heated, Chi Huan wore only a gray crew neck sweater, but it was warm indoors and not so warm outdoors. By the time a man prepared a meal and found someone, her whole body had been blown into popsicles.
Mo Shiqian immediately caught fire when she touched her hand.
Holding her arms around her fingers, she dragged her in two steps, and threw her directly in.
The door was closed by him and the whole apartment shook.
”Chi Huan,” his handsome face was tightly taut, and there were even signs of blue tendons jumping on his forehead, and his extremely low voice was extremely gloomy. ”You are not breaking up now, but you are beginning to change ways I?”
On such a cold day, she wore that one and stood outside blowing the cold wind.
Just want to toss yourself out of trouble?
Chi Huan snarled at him, still stunned, and didn't respond. He didn't understand what his sudden anger was for.
She just wanted to go to the balcony to ventilate. She was thinking too much, and her heart was depressed, so she had to forget the time for a while, and her nerve endings were in a dull state. Where do you remember what was cold?