HIS ONE SEE QING XIN - Chapter 50

The first thing you need to do is to get to your apartment.

He really regrets, why did he agree to fight with her, this is good, not even talk to him, face ashen, walking like a corpse. It is possible to go back later and not eat with him and watch TV.

As expected, the elevator door opened, Yan Qing walked in front, walked straight to the door of his apartment, felt the key, opened the door, went in, and then closed it.

Mo Fei had to open the door of his own house, go in, and take a shower. The first thing to do is to ignore her, wait for her to slow down and then go to her.

As a result, he just finished showering, the door was knocked.

Yan Qing stood at the door wearing a V-neck pink halter silk nightgown, her hair had just been washed and not yet blown, damply draped over her shoulders and back, holding a hair dryer in her hand: “Help me blow my hair, hands up hurts.”

Mo Fei took the hair dryer, pulled her wrist and walked upstairs to the bathroom, plugged it in, let her stand in front of the mirror, he stood behind her, lifted the hair dryer and began to blow her hair.

The hair swept across Yan Qing’s face, she closed her eyes, Mo Fei looked at Yan Qing in the mirror, there were bruises at the corners of her mouth, which he had kicked. The first thing you need to do is to look at her snow-white skin in the air, a piece of purple here, a piece of blue there.

He really wanted to slap himself.

“Yan Qing.” He turned off the hair dryer, put it aside, and called her.

“Mmm.” Her eyes were still closed and she was a little tired.

“Does it hurt?” He touched his hand to those places where she had bruised.

“It’s okay.” Compared to the pain in her heart, these are nothing.

Mo Fei couldn’t help but kiss on the bruises on her face, his hands wrapped around her waist and belly from behind, like a little wolf dog licking its owner’s wounds, gentle, meticulous and careful.

Mo Fei looked up and met her eyes in the mirror: “It’s my fault for hurting you.”

Yan Qing looked at him in the mirror, attached her right hand to the place he had just kissed, shook her head and said, “It’s quite good, the way you hit someone is quite handsome.”

I heard it right, was beaten, but also praised the person who beat himself when he beat her handsome, Mo Fei doubted whether she was a masochist: “Handsome? I hit you eh, Master Qing. You are not angry?”

“No, I wouldn’t have known I was so weak if you hadn’t fought me,” she turned to face him, leaning her hips on the edge of the sink, her left hand on his right shoulder, her right index finger on the knot of his throat bit by bit, “I can imagine, when you fight, you’re quite Manly.” Bloodthirsty, I like it. The second half of this sentence was not said.

“Yan Qing could feel something sprouting somewhere close to her body, and she let it grow regardless, wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, stood on tiptoe, hugged him, and whispered in his ear, “What do you want to do to me? My friend.”

Hearing the word “friend”, Murphy instantly went cold, he took her hand slowly off his shoulder, his eyes were bitterly cold, as if a dagger, cold, cold, he did not say a word to unplug the hair dryer, and then silently and incomparably walked towards the stairs.

He was not happy to put the hair dryer on the coffee table, took out a cigarette then in his mouth, lit, and then threw the lighter to the coffee table, with a little too much force, the lighter and the coffee table touched with a muffled sound, slipped out and fell to the ground.

Mo Fei did not care about it, walked to the window, lying on the edge of the window.

Yan Qing looked at herself in the mirror, the left corner of the eye and the right corner of the mouth have a bruise, she took the hand pressed, “hiss” quite painful, pain, right, remember, can protect yourself, only you. He, a million miles apart, just get along like this, quite good.

Yan Qing cleaned up the hair that fell on the ground, washed her hands and slowly went downstairs holding the stair railing, because the calf belly was also quite painful.

She took the hair dryer, opened the door, went out and returned to her apartment.

After entering the house and closing the door, she put the keys on the shoe cabinet, held her hand, stood in place, lowered her head, and actually shed a tear.