Chapter 1960: She can't

Ling Luoyu's voice was a bit mischievous, and Mo Xuanchen couldn't help but want to open the screen and take a closer look.
But after raising his foot, he still stopped the reverie in his heart, lowered his eyes and chuckled.
"I'm waiting for you outside!"
When Ling Luoyu put on his clothes and went out, he saw that Mo Xuanchen didn't know where to get a food box.
"what is this?"
"My apologize!"
Mo Xuanchen took out the wine and vegetables from the food box that was not in a hurry and placed them on the stone table in the yard.
"I was offended just now, so now I will apologize for you!"
Ling Luoyu raised his head and looked at the sparse night sky, a little speechless: "Mo Xuanchen, are you sick? You didn't sleep in the middle of the night and came here to drink?!"
Mo Xuanchen's food container was obviously prepared long ago, and it seemed that he had come to her for a drink specially.
If there is a moon at this time, you can still talk about the past.
Just a few stars, what to see! !
Mo Xuanchen didn't seem to hear Ling Luoyu's protest, and gracefully bowed to the invitation with a clear smile.
"Master Luo, please!"
Ling Luoyu rolled his eyes silently, wrapped his shirt tightly, and sat down on the stone bench in anger.
Mo Xuanchen had already sat down, but looking at her wet hair, he stood up quietly.
"Let me help you!"
Ling Luoyu's heart moved inexplicably, and sat motionless, watching him slowly walk behind him.
She remembered one thing--
That time, after she came out of the shower, she complained with wet hair.
"This place doesn't even have a hair dryer. When will this hair be dry..."
"What is the chicken blowing...what?? The chicken blowing...what does it have to do with the hair?"
"My machine is not your chicken! Your chicken can only be eaten, my machine can blow hair..."
She imitated her hair dryer, blowing long wet hair.
Mo Xuanchen couldn't smile when he saw it, "It's just dry hair, why do you have to look for some chicken? I can be your chicken too!!!"
His fingertips glided over her long hair, and wherever he passed, mist curled up, and the ink-stained blue silk became dry and smooth in the blink of an eye.
When Mo Xuanchen's fingertips provoked her long hair again, Ling Luoyu's heart was inexplicably like a small deer bumping, and his breathing became short.
The mist spread, and the hair became dry bit by bit in Mo Xuanchen's palm.
The two sat in silence, enjoying the warm and quiet.
When the last strand of dry hair fell, Mo Xuanchen did not return to his position, but stood there quietly, looking at her back in a trance.
why?
Why would he do this so naturally? ?
A big man, drying his long hair for another man, why there is no sense of disobedience.
Stroking the satin-like blue silk, why did he have a strange feeling in his heart.
Seems familiar with this picture? ?
Fingertips trembled lightly, and his hand hesitated for a long time, and finally placed it gently on her shoulder.
"Have we... really met?"
"Why do you say that?"
"Because I feel... I seem to have done this for you before!!"
Ling Luoyu's heart hurt fiercely, but his shoulders sank violently. He slid his hand away, grabbed the hip flask calmly, and handed it to Mo Xuanchen.
"Didn't you say that you want to invite me to drink? Then why sit still?!"
At this time, Ling Luoyu wanted to tell Mo Xuanchen all the things before!
But she can't! !