Chapter 1651: Wash Up

Chu Yao raised her eyebrows, “Hmm, got me there.”

She cooperated well verbally, but her expression was full of defiance!

Mo Tingshen still couldn’t figure out one thing.

He watched the girl grow up, wondering how she strayed so much; he couldn’t hold the upper hand, he was always the one being completely controlled, yet Chu Yao insisted on pushing him higher in their relationship.

There was always a ladder in her hand, she could remove it anytime based on her mood, leaving him either stranded or falling down injured.

Now the most important thing for him was to find a way for this relationship to sit at a suitable point, emotionally leaning towards her, considering he had both love and familial feelings for her, currently uncertain which weighed more.

With this in mind, Mo Tingshen intended to have a proper talk with her, otherwise after sleeping together without any clarification, what’s the difference from being mere buddies.

“About last night, let’s talk… Chu Yao!”

She, unexpectedly, took advantage when he wasn’t paying attention, her hand moved down, passing three inches below his waist.

Mo Tingshen hissed: “Itchy hands, aren’t they? You dare to touch me everywhere!”

Chu Yao squinted with a smile, leaned closer to his ear, “Brother, you…”

The last two words made his blood boil!

Who can still be rational?

Mo Tingshen picked her up, walked a few steps and placed her onto the back of the sofa.

With one arm, he held her waist; Chu Yao naturally wrapped her arms around his neck, his waist naturally bent down, one hand supporting on the sofa back. As he lowered his head, just before kissing her, Chu Yao leaned back slightly.

Just with this movement, Mo Tingshen suddenly felt as if his mind cleared from a spell.

He stared at her face attentively, his gaze slowly moving from her forehead down to her chin; the light shining down, mostly blocked by his shoulder, her face raised in his shadow—no heavy makeup, just a slight curve of her lips, but she was breathtakingly beautiful.

Mo Tingshen couldn’t help but swallow, asking in a low voice: “What scene did you shoot today?”

She squinted her eyes, “I was running away, got caught, and beaten up.”

Just as his expression showed concern, she added, “But I escaped, the opponent didn’t manage to hit me, and then I rolled a few times in the haystack.”

No wonder, with a dirty little face, there was indeed a scent of soil on her body.

“Want to wash up?” he asked.

Chu Yao lifted her foot to wrap around his waist, “Is there time?”

His eyebrows raised slightly, then fell, letting out a light laugh, “Hinting?”

“I’ve already touched…” she said softly near his ear, gradually loosening the grip, facing him closely, “That’s called showing directly.”

“Heh…”

He chuckled out loud, “Okay.”

Chu Yao wrapped her other leg around him, knowingly asked, “Okay with what, bro…”

Mo Tingshen pressed his finger against her lips, “Don’t call me randomly right now, I fear your calling might land me in the precinct.”

Chu Yao giggled, evading his hand; she lifted her hand, her index finger lightly tapping his lips, “Use this to block.”

Mo Tingshen stared at her, unable to suppress the smile spreading from his bones.

He picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.

Chu Yao’s grandmother gown quickly became a completely different outfit.

Mo Tingshen didn’t fare better, when the chill hit him, he no longer knew where his shirt had been tossed by her.

He laid Chu Yao into the pillows, turned over onto her, pulling the blanket over them.

At the crucial moment, Chu Yao suddenly called a halt.