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An Zhengye hugged her and let her beat her. After a few beats, Mo Xiaoyu's beating heart finally calmed down.

This time he regained his senses, immediately pushed An Zhengye away, frowned and asked, "Why are you in my room?"

"I'll bring you milk, but you didn't answer the knock on the door, so I opened the door and came in."

An Zhengye pointed to the head of the bed, and Mo Xiaoyu noticed that there was indeed an extra glass of milk on the table.

This is not the point, Mo Xiaoyu asked curiously: "How did you get in?"

"You didn't lock the door."

"Really?" Mo Xiaoyu blinked, she clearly remembered to lock the door.

"Yeah." An Zhengye nodded with a pure and innocent face.

When Mo Xiaoyu wasn't paying attention, he pushed the keys in his trouser pocket deep.

Mo Xiaoyu didn't delve into it, and said ruthlessly: "The milk has been delivered, you can go."

An Zhengye suddenly touched the tip of her hair: "Your hair is not dry, I'll blow it for you."

"No..." Before she could finish her refusal, An Zhengye had strode into the bathroom.

When she realized it, An Zhengye was already blowing her hair behind her.

Forget it, let's drive him back after he finishes playing.

An Zhengye's hair-drying technique was getting better and better, and Mo Xiaoyu was so comfortable that he almost fell asleep.

When he finished playing, Mo Xiaoyu's eyelids started to twitch.

Maintaining the last sliver of clarity to chase people away: "You have blown your hair too, you can go."

Before waiting for a response, Mo Xiaoyu couldn't help opening his eyes to look, only to see An Zhengye was unbuttoning his shirt one by one.

"What are you doing?" He bared half of his chest before Mo Xiaoyu came to his senses and asked vigilantly.

"Taking a shower." As he said that, he had finished unbuttoning his clothes, revealing his strong muscles.

Mo Xiaoyu stared straight at her, and quickly patted her cheek: "Go back to your room and wash off."

"All the toiletries are in your room. I'll go back after washing." After An Zhengye finished speaking, he walked past Mo Xiaoyu and entered the bathroom inside.

Asking him to take all the toiletries away without saying anything, Mo Xiaoyu was stunned for a few seconds, unable to recover.

There was already the sound of running water in the bathroom.

Mo Xiaoyu curled his lips, forget it, wait for him to wash, and then chase him away.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Xiaoyu wasn't sleepy anymore.

He took the bracelet out of his pocket and put it on, then lay down on the bed and poked Gu Gu's phone.

After playing a game, An Zhengye also came out of the bathroom.

He was wearing a lavender bathrobe, which was obviously another one of her bathrobes. Although it was a women's one, he was not at all feminine.

However, the thin belt around the waist was loosely tied, as if the belt was not long enough to force it on, thus revealing a chest with a water color, and the wet hair was pulled back, revealing his already outstanding face, probably just washed After taking a bath, his face seemed to have been fully hydrated, diluting his usual indifference, and the lines became a little softer, inexplicably touching.

Mo Xiaoyu couldn't help being a little stunned, she seriously suspected that An Zhengye was using beauty tricks.

"Where's the hair dryer?" He asked suddenly.

"Over there." Mo Xiaoyu pointed to the head of the bed.

"Thank you." An Zhengye thanked him politely, picked up the hair dryer and went back to the bathroom.

Soon there was the hum of the hair dryer in the bathroom.

Mo Xiaoyu blinked. If she remembered correctly, didn't he put the hair dryer on?
Why did you ask her again?
Before he could figure it out, Mo Xiaoyu felt something was wrong.

She glanced at the shirt that was still hanging at the end of the bed, kicked the quilt deliberately, and shook the shirt to the ground.

When An Zhengye came out to dry his hair, he saw his shirt on the ground, and he just gave Mo Xiaoyu a faint look, and bent down to pick it up.

Mo Xiaoyu looked at him through the phone with some guilt. After seeing him pick it up, he patted the non-existent dust, then folded it leisurely, and put it in the cloakroom.

After a while, he came out from inside, put on a light-colored pajamas, and under Mo Xiaoyu's astonished gaze, he went around to the other side and got into bed, then lifted the quilt and lay down in it.

"Why is your pajamas in my room?" Mo Xiaoyu asked in a daze for a few seconds. After asking, he realized that he had misunderstood the point, and immediately changed his words: "Why are you lying on my bed? What do you mean?"

"Sleep." An Zhengye had already closed his eyes.

An Zhengye's answer was too straightforward, and Mo Xiaoyu was silent for two seconds: "Are you sleeping here?"

"Yeah." An Zhengye still kept his eyes closed.

Mo Xiaoyu almost laughed angrily: "This is my room, if you want to sleep, go to the master bedroom."

"I left something here." An Zhengye slowly opened his eyes as he spoke.

Mo Xiaoyu was really convinced, obviously dropping things was the chief executive's trick.

She straightened up, folded her hands on her chest, and looked at him with a half-smile: "You don't mean the quilt, do you? I'll give you the quilt, and go back to the room."

"No." An Zhengye looked at him and shook his head.

"That's the pillow?" Mo Xiaoyu raised the pillow and threw it on someone: "Here, get off my bed quickly."

An Zhengye was thrown upright, his hairstyle was a bit messed up: "It's not a pillow, nor a quilt."

"What is that?" Mo Xiaoyu glared at him.

An Zhengye picked up the pillow on his body and got up slowly.

Just when Mo Xiaoyu was staring at him vigilantly, thinking that someone was going to attack him with a pillow.

An Zhengye threw the pillow away, wrapped his arms around him, and pulled Mo Xiaoyu into his arms.

Mo Xiaoyu struggled immediately, but he was no match for An Zhengye's strength.

After punching his chest twice, the enemy stopped him with both hands.

Mo Xiaoyu could only kick, but was restrained by An Zhengye's long legs.

The whole person was captured on the bed, Mo Xiaoyu cursed angrily: "You bastard, let me go."

"Don't let go." An Zhengye controlled Mo Xiaoyu's hands with one hand, and grabbed her slender waist with ease with the other.

He said slowly: "If I let go, the things I dropped will run away."

Mo Xiaoyu thought about it, and immediately showed a "no way" expression.

In the next second, An Zhengye said, "The thing I left behind is you, my dearest wife."

The voice was deep and magnetic, and he deliberately finished speaking in Mo Xiaoyu's ear.

Mo Xiaoyu suddenly had goosebumps all over his body, and he didn't know whether he was numb by this sentence or stimulated by his voice.

This guy's love story is really getting more and more boring.

Mo Xiaoyu showed a look of disgust: "I'm nothing."

After finishing speaking, I realized that this was wrong, and quickly changed my words: "Bah, I'm a human being, and I'm not your thing."

An Zhengye was amused by her words, but he didn't dare to laugh when he wanted to.

He couldn't hold back anymore, he had better bury his head on Mo Xiaoyu's shoulder, his chest trembled slightly.

Mo Xiaoyu showed a calm expression of "seeing through the world of mortals": "Laugh if you want to, and be careful not to suffocate."

The last four words were spit out through gritted teeth.

"I was wrong, I shouldn't have laughed at you." An Zhengye raised his head, his cheeks flushed a little.

It looked like he was holding back his laughter just now.

Mo Xiaoyu rolled his eyes and said unhappily: "Annoying, let me go, my wrist hurts and my leg is numb."

An Zhengye quickly let go of her, and looked down, her wrist was indeed a little red.

There was an apologetic look on his face: "I'll rub it for you."

"I don't need you." Mo Xiaoyu dodged sideways.

An Zhengye leaned over persistently, and instead of letting her rub her wrists, he rubbed her legs instead.

Afraid of hurting her, she moved cautiously, but when she touched Mo Xiaoyu, she hid aside.

"Don't touch me." Her voice sounded like she was enduring something.

"I'll rub it for you. After invigorating the blood, the numbness will go away."

In fact, Mo Xiaoyu's leg numbness was a lie, but it was true that An Zhengye made it itchy.

"No, I really don't need it."

It's a pity that she didn't dodge after hiding a few times, An Zhengye rubbed again and again, Mo Xiaoyu couldn't help it, and laughed haha.

"Don't rub it, don't rub it anymore." Mo Xiaoyu curled up his body and said ticklishly.

As soon as Mo Xiaoyu laughed, An Zhengye knew that she had been cheated by her, so he made trouble with her on purpose.

She didn't let him rub it, so he rubbed it on purpose.

"It's itchy...hahaha...don't rub it, I was wrong." Mo Xiaoyu laughed until tears came out, An Zhengye let her go.

It's just that the strength in his hand has increased a bit, and he squeezed Mo Xiaoyu's calf seriously.

"Why are you still kneading?" Mo Xiaoyu finally calmed down, and said dissatisfied.

"Give you a massage."

I felt that An Zhengye was really giving a massage.

Mo Xiaoyu gradually relaxed.

She had worn high heels all day while filming the commercial, and her calf muscles were a little stiff.

After being treated by An Zhengye like this, the soreness suddenly became much less.

As soon as the body relaxes, the mind can't help but also relax, and soon forget that there is a person lying beside him who shouldn't appear in the small room, and slowly fell into sleep.

Sleeping drowsily, he was hugged into an embrace. Not only did Mo Xiaoyu not wake up, but he also found a comfortable position in the embrace with ease, and fell asleep again.

As if hearing "good night" in the haze, Mo Xiaoyu hummed vaguely, and then fell into a deep sleep again.

When she woke up the next morning, she was the only one lying on the bed.

Mo Xiaoyu lay on the bed in a daze for a while before remembering what happened last night.

If she remembered correctly, someone had the cheek to stay in her room before she fell asleep.

At this time, there was a sound from the side, Mo Xiaoyu turned his head, and saw An Zhengye coming out of the cloakroom, wearing a pure black shirt and buttoning it.

The eyes of the two met, An Zhengye smiled at her, walked to the bed, bent down, brushed away her somewhat messy hair, and kissed her on the lips.

"Time to wake up."

Mo Xiaoyu was a little dazed and couldn't react.

If she remembers correctly, this is her room, why did someone conjure up a set of pajamas last night and a shirt this morning?
Whose room is this?

Mo Xiaoyu couldn't help but looked around a few times.

Bright pink curtains, lavender walls, beige bed, it's her room.

An Zhengye straightened up: "I'll go down first and prepare breakfast for you. After washing up, I'll come downstairs to eat."

After speaking, An Zhengye walked out of the room.

As soon as he left, Mo Xiaoyu got up immediately and ran into the cloakroom to take a look. Sometime there were a lot of An Zhengye's clothes in it. Last night's pajamas, shirts, pants, and suit jackets were quite complete.