Joy from the sky: Hundreds of millions of emperors and young masters have double treasures

Lin Yue saw that the wound was finally healed, at least not as festering as last time.

Just about to apply the medicine, Mo Zhiyan said: "I'll wash it first, and then apply the medicine later."

Lin Yue quickly pressed his shoulders and said, "No way. Don't get wet, or it will fester again. When will it be better if you drag it on like this?"

Mo Zhiyan put on his clothes on his own, without turning around, and said lightly, "I don't need to trouble you in the future."

Lin Yue hurriedly said: "That's not what I mean. I don't bother you! This is what I should do, and I am happy to do it.

Please cooperate with me too!The wound keeps repeating like this, do you feel good? "

Lin Yue got a little angry while talking, but he couldn't get angry with a patient, and felt very aggrieved.

Mo Zhiyan paused and stopped.

Only then did Lin Yue belatedly realize that his tone just now was a bit too much, and scratched his head in embarrassment.

Mo Zhiyan knew that what she said was right, he should cooperate with the treatment and stay well.

But he didn't know where he was sullen, he was a little angry when he saw Lin Yue's eye-catching face.

Probably because this face is too eye-catching and attracts people who shouldn't be attracted.

Or it was because he had just paid attention to the information on the Internet for the first time, and he had indigestion.

Lin Yue felt that maybe he was physically uncomfortable, so he was in a bad mood, so his words made people angry.

For a while, the two of them had their own concerns and didn't speak a word.

Most afraid of the air suddenly quiet.

Lin Yue scalped for dozens of seconds in this awkward silence, when the phone suddenly rang a notification tone.

Lin Yue opened it in a hurry, and there were a bunch of congratulatory text messages on which were the latest messages from Mo Zhijing.

"Sister Yueyue, you know my brother is a bit of a clean freak, right?"

After reading it, Lin Yue understood immediately.

No wonder this man keeps clean and spotless no matter where he is.

No wonder I would rather take a bath even if the wound festers. The festering must be tolerable, but not taking a bath is unbearable!
Just as Lin Yue was about to reply to the message, the man in front of him seemed impatient and had already walked towards the bathroom.

Lin Yue hurriedly followed, and said softly: "How about... let me wipe the area around the wound for you first?"

Mo Zhiyan paused when he opened the door, then turned around, his eyes quickly swept across her face.

There was no embarrassment, but worry and... a little embarrassment.

Mo Zhiyan was in a good mood, and replied calmly, "Thank you."

After speaking, he opened the door, handed Lin Yue a towel, carried it on his back, and took off his shirt by himself.

Lin Yue turned on the faucet, adjusted the water temperature, and gently wiped his back after washing the wet towel.

He was lying on the massage table, making his body even more slender.

The perfect line on the back was not spoiled by the scar, but it was more masculine.

Lin Yuezai wiped it carefully, carefully avoiding the wound.

Gentle towels caress the skin, bringing a numb touch.

After a while, the wiping is finished.

Lin Yue was about to leave when he heard Mo Zhiyan ask softly: "Can I wash my hair again?"

Lin Yue continued to suppress his flustered heart, as if there was no reason not to agree.

Otherwise, according to his way of showering, the work I mustered up so much courage to help him do well today would be in vain.

Lin Yue saw that there was only one bottle on the shelf. Although he couldn't understand which country's language was written on it, it must be expensive.

Lin Yue couldn't help asking: "Just this bottle, is it shower gel or shampoo?"

Mo Zhiyan replied casually: "Anything is fine."

Lin Yue couldn't help laughing out loud.

Mo Zhiyan asked in confusion, "What are you laughing at?"

Lin Yue's smile grew stronger, and he said with contempt: "I didn't expect President Mo to be such a steely straight man. You don't use this one for washing your hair and taking a shower, do you?"

Glancing at Mo Zhiyan's expression, Lin Yue knew he had guessed right.

It's rare to see such a down-to-earth side to this godlike man.

Especially if he can hurt him secretly, Lin Yue will not let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Then he cleared his throat and said, "Of course you have to use shampoo to wash your hair, and body wash will make your head bald. Do you know that?"

Mo Zhiyan smiled lightly, in a good mood, and said, "I've been taught. I don't understand these things, so can I ask you to help me choose a set?"

In his lifetime, he could hear the omnipotent young master Mo say that he didn't understand, Lin Yue nodded in satisfaction.

Well, a child can be taught, although he suddenly realized that he had received another task for himself.

But still very happy hahahaha.

Lin Yue carefully washed his hair for him.

The gentle massage made Mo Zhiyan's heart throbbing uncontrollably like a feather.

I want this tenderness to continue, and I want to end this torment under extreme restraint as soon as possible.

Mo Zhiyan felt that his self-control had been challenged unprecedentedly, and he regretted the request he had just made.

Lin Yue also found that his body was getting hotter and hotter, and he vaguely guessed something, and the panic in his heart began to be uncontrollable.

In a hurry, Lin Yue had already poured some water into his ears, and his hair was messed up by himself.

Lin Yue hurriedly picked up a towel and paper towel to wipe, and saw that his ears were also red from wiping himself.

The woman's warm breath blew in the ears, and the faint fragrance of the woman's body was also in the nostrils.

Mo Zhiyan's patience has reached a critical point.

Lin Yue was in a hurry when his wrist was suddenly held by a big hand.

Lin Yue almost screamed!

A man's hoarse voice came from his ear: "It's okay, thank you. You go first."

Lin Yue didn't dare to stay any longer, the current scene made her smell a little danger, she threw the towel on his back in a panic and ran away!
Mo Zhiyan probably didn't expect Lin Yue to run so fast, as soon as he let go, there was a pulling force, and he got up quickly.

Lin Yue accidentally fell into his arms, and his head was hit by the marble chest for a while.

Lin Yue rubbed his painful head, only to realize that the posture of the two of them is a bit...too intimate.

Mo Zhiyan also hurriedly let go of his arm, and there was still a soft and elastic touch on his arm.

Before Mo Zhiyan could speak, Lin Yue blushed like a ripe apple, and ran away again.

Huh, it worked.

Lin Yue closed the bathroom door with a "bang", stroked his heart, and let out a long breath.

It's just that her heart was still beating like a drum, and it almost hurt her eardrums.

Mo Zhiyan heard the sound of panicked footsteps going away outside the door, glanced under him, and cursed in a low voice.

Why do you have no self-control in front of this woman!

Didn't it just scare her?
However, thinking of the way the woman ran away in a panic and didn't miss it, it didn't seem to be frightened, but just didn't want to stay here.

For the first time in his life, Mo Zhiyan had doubts about his own charm.

Could it be that those women of all colors who tried their best to recommend themselves to the pillow before all came for their own power?