Wear it quickly and don’t mess with the cutie

Luo Ziye's voice sounded like a devil in the back of his head.

For a moment, Qiao Muxi froze on the spot, dumbfounded and motionless, hoping that the voice just now was just her auditory hallucination.

The fact hit her hard, and she stayed frozen on the bed for a while.

Luo Ziye took the phone away from her hand.

Qiao Muxi immediately turned around and snatched the phone: "Wait, wait, don't look."

It was already too late, Luo Ziye held her wrist with one hand, and Qiao Muxi used the other hand to grab the phone.

Luo Ziye conveniently grabbed her other hand together, not tightly, and no matter how hard Qiao Muxi struggled, she couldn't break free.

"Let me go, let me go!" Qiao Muxi looked anxious, secretly praying that he would never see the group he joined.

Her face was red with embarrassment, whether from anger or embarrassment.

"Have you joined my fan group?" Luo Ziye glanced at the phone, raised his eyebrows, and had an imperceptible smile at the corner of his mouth.

He raised his phone in front of Qiao Muxi and pointed it out mercilessly.

Seeing that he had been discovered, Qiao Muxi lowered his head and said nothing, feeling confused.

Joining a fan group that has no bottom line and posting everything, and being seen by the real owner... It's over, you're going to be laughed to death.

She wanted to shrink into her shell like a snail.

"say."

Luo Ziye couldn't hear the emotional voice above his head.

She wanted to squat down and try to shrink her body, but a big hand pulled her wrist up and lifted her up, as if her body was not controlled by herself but by Luo Ziye.

Unable to escape easily, she hummed softly: "They are all your fans."

Qiao Muxi wasn't sure if they would be angry if they spread Luo Ziye's photos in the group.

I'm a little uneasy, after all, everyone doesn't want to see pictures of themselves, even if they are not real.

Luo Ziye chuckled softly, not as if he was angry: "Then are you also a fan of mine?"

Facing his increasingly intense gaze, the shy Qiao Muxi lowered her head and hummed softly, her face turning red.

She thought that Luo Ziye didn't care anymore, and didn't care whether the phone was still in his hand.

She never expected that Luo Ziye would not let her go at all.

He deliberately opened the group in front of Qiao Muxi and held Qiao Muxi's hands tightly while struggling.

Seeing his group being turned upside down, all Qiao Muxi's struggles were in vain.

Afterwards, Luo Ziye finally stopped looking at his phone and threw it casually on the bed.

He hugged Qiao Muxi and sat down, letting her sit on his lap. He hugged Yingying's slim waist from behind and put his shoulders against his chest.

"Aren't you angry anymore?" Qiao Muxi muttered, glad that Luo Ziye was holding her like this and not sitting face to face, otherwise she would have been too embarrassed to speak.

Luo Ziye's voice behind him was very low and very close, as if he was whispering in his ear: "I've never been angry."

"Then you didn't say anything just now..." She was referring to the fact that when Luo Ziye was looking at his phone, he didn't say a word. She felt that Luo Ziye must be a little angry.

"I'm not angry because of you, I'm angry at myself." He gritted his teeth and looked slightly painful.

When he was looking through Qiao Muxi's phone, he found that he had joined the group a long time ago and had spoken a lot. Moreover, Qiao Muxi had become the administrator, and many of the albums contained his own pictures.

It turned out that he was worried that she didn't love him anymore and didn't care about him.

They didn't notice any changes in Qiao Muxi, and still doubted her sincerity.

Luo Ziye wanted to tell all the doubts and truths that stung his heart and shrank with pain at all costs.

But he was afraid, fearing that Qiao Muxi would hate him, break up with him, and alienate him...

Luo Ziye said with a sigh, kissing Qiao Muxi's hair cherishingly, as if the words contained a thousand words: "I was too rough just now, I'm sorry."

Qiao Muxi shook her head: "It doesn't matter to me... Just don't be angry."

Luo Ziye paused as he kept kissing her hair.

Then, as if he was trying his best to endure something, his breathing became heavy, and the spray tickled his neck, making Qiao Muxi shrink his neck instinctively.