Chapter 961: Who Told You to Come Here

He had seen Xu Tingting do this before, and it seemed quite meaningful, better than wasting it.

After walking a while, Mo Tingshen took off his coat, randomly found a branch, and hung it, running around the hotel at night.

Half an hour later, he returned along the same path, took his coat, and went back to the hotel.

He inserted the room card, and the lights in the room automatically turned on.

He turned off a few of them, tossed his coat onto the sofa as he passed by, and went into the bathroom to shower.

Mo Tingshen wasn’t used to wearing the hotel’s bathrobe, so he took a pair of casual pants in, and after showering, he came out wearing only them, with nothing on top, a white towel draped over his shoulders, drying his hair as he walked out.

He picked up his phone to take a glance, browsed through two documents, replied, and then put the phone on the bedside table.

He lifted the quilt to lie down when suddenly his face turned stern, pulling the entire quilt open.

Chu Yao lay there prone, her hands tucked under her cheek, not knowing how long she had been under the quilt, her flushed face couldn’t be hidden even by the warm orange light, as she half-squinted at him.

“Brother, your quilt is so heavy.”

“Who told you to come here!”

Chu Yao tilted her head, “I have my own feet, so I came by myself.

What’s wrong?”

She laughed foolishly, like a naive idiot.

Completely the opposite of the cheeky defiance she showed during the day.

Mo Tingshen pressed his brow hard, “How much have you drunk?”

Chu Yao blinked her eyes, blinking and blinking, her eyes growing wider and wider, seemingly sober yet not, her googly eyes just staring at him.

“Brother, my waist hurts.”

“Can’t massage it!”

“It really hurts, from the wire stunts, and my legs hurt too.”

“Legs can be,” Mo Tingshen suppressed his anger, “which one?”

Chu Yao wiggled in the quilt, sneakily stretched out a foot, kicked the quilt up, then pulled it aside, stretching her leg to the edge of the bed as much as possible.

Mo Tingshen covered the quilt back on her, she was too lazy to even pull it herself, he had to expose her face.

He sat at the edge of the bed, picked up her leg and placed it on his lap, skillfully and expertly massaging it.

“Where did you go off to drink alcohol again?”

Chu Yao curled a strand of hair by her temple, “There’s some in the room, it tastes good, but drinking alone is too boring.”

Mo Tingshen felt a twitch between his brows.

A bad premonition rose within him.

“Brought it over here for me to drink with you?”

“Uh-huh, brother, you’re so smart!”

He really didn’t find it a good thing to be complimented by a drunken fool turned to mush.

Chu Yao rummaged around, not knowing where she had fished out two empty cups from, generously handed him one, “Here, drink up.”

Mo Tingshen’s fury surged again, tightly asking, “Where’s the wine?”

“Huh?”

Chu Yao turned both cups upside down, squinting one eye as if aiming for something, pretentiously swaying them twice, “Gone, it’s all in my stomach.”

An uncontrollable chill spread across Mo Tingshen’s face.

He leaned down, pinching Chu Yao’s face to make her lift her head, leaning in to take a sniff, “You drank white liquor?”

“Yes.”

Chu Yao crawled out just a bit from under the quilt, supporting herself on her elbows, “Don’t believe me, try it.”

She tilted her head up, bumped over, and kissed him.

Kissed him on the lips.

Mo Tingshen instantly stiffened, even his breathing seemed to be cut off.

Looking coldly at the girl so close, his eyes darkened sharply.

The kind of gaze that felt like being thrown into a cold pool rapidly, sinking seemingly without end, leaving only that layer of bone-chilling coldness floating on the surface.

“Chu Yao.”

He called her, pausing between each syllable.