Chapter 547： She put her two little hands into his bathrobe (2/2)
He opened the glass door and walked out.
Chi Huan curled up in a large single sofa, watching movies with an ipad, the balcony was dim, and the screen fell on her face with the gloom of the screen, making her expression not so real.
Mo Shiqian stood in the living room and looked at her across the glass for a while before turning to the bathroom of the second bedroom.
After about half an hour, the man opened the door to the balcony in a bathrobe, looked down at the woman holding her head with one hand and clenched her body, pursed her lips, ”the temperature is low at night, go back to bed.”
”It's not cold, I like blowing natural wind.”
He stood aside for a while, both of them remained motionless, and seemed to be deadlocked.
After not knowing how long, Mo Shiqian suddenly leaned down.
Before Chi Huan responded, he looked up to see him, and he was already hugged by him, ”What are you doing ...”
He sat where she was sitting, and put her on his lap.
She froze again and again, before turning to look at the expressionless man holding herself, ”What are you doing ...”
Mo Shi modestly said, ”Nothing to do, watch with you.”
She pouted, ”You can go and find what you like.”
The man looked down at her, ”I love watching with you.”
Chi Huan, ”...”
She looked away. ”I don't want to watch with you, I just want to appreciate it alone.”
Mo Shiqian stretched out her face and drew her face over, ”You will make me kiss you again before this movie is finished.”
Chi Huan, ”...”
Her cheeks bulged, and said tepidly, ”I've seen half of them. What do you mean?”
I haven't seen him come here to sing this before she started watching.
Mo Shiqian raised the iPad on the table in front and adjusted the angle. ”Then I'll see you, it's very interesting.”
Chi Huan, ”...”
She didn't speak, poked and the progress bar continued.
Being held by him, the man's warm body temperature and the male's breath wrapped her, and she felt in vain that the wind that had been blowing for so long seemed indeed a bit cold.
Mo Shiqian touched her hand, it was cold, and then she touched her feet, it was still cold.
The man's hands were wide and powerful, her skeleton was thin, and her feet were small. He felt indescribable when he held it in his palm.
Warm, or warmth being pampered.
He looked down at her little face with the color cast from the screen. ”Aren't your hands cold?”
”not cold.”
”It's cold, Chi Huan. If you catch yourself cold, I will put you in the hospital tomorrow.”
”...”
Chi Huan muttered, ”You are so noisy.”
She said dissatisfied, and put her two little hands into his bathrobe, resting on his chest and warming.
Mo Shiqian, ”...”
She watched the movie intently, and her soft, boneless hands kept sticking to his heart, the cool, soft, unspeakable feeling.
Mo Shiqian stared at her long eyelashes for a long time, remembering what it looked like when she was in tears today, her heart was soft and itchy, she bowed her head and kissed her soft cheek.
Chi Huan didn't know if he didn't care about watching the movie or was too lazy to deal with him, so he let him kiss him.
In the second half of the movie, Mo Shiqian watched it with her. Although he was not very interested, watching it with her had a meaning or two.
After the broadcast, it was already eleven o'clock.
She closed the iPad, yawned, and said lazily, ”No shoes, you can take me back.”