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Ye Qing took a shower and changed into a pair of extremely conservative pajamas. She wore long clothes and pants, which were pure white. Other than the little lace on her cuffs and collar, there were no other patterns.

Ye Qing looked at himself in the mirror, he clearly had a pretty face, but he was wearing a country bumpkin pajamas, his whole person was not beautiful. That unlucky fellow Mo Ziyu made her unable to sleep in the lace nightgown, in order to prevent him from misunderstanding, she could only find an old-fashioned nightgown.

Ye Qing walked out of the bathroom with a dark expression. Mo Ziyu had already finished showering and was lying on the bed, looking at her phone. He was wearing a white robe with a belt tied loosely around his waist. His collar was slightly open, revealing an exquisite collarbone. Under the light of the lamp, his face could be said to be perfect without the slightest blemish.

Ye Qing rolled his eyes at Mo Ziyu, 'What a monster!' Mo Ziyu looked at her phone, not even glancing at Ye Qing as she said lightly, "Go get a hairdryer and help me blow-dry my hair."

Only then did Ye Qing notice that Mo Ziyu's hair had not been dried yet. She had only used a towel to dry the droplets of water, but her hair was still disheveled.

Ye Qing wanted to curse out loud, but Mo Ziyu didn't give her the chance to, "Give me, I'll add 10 million to your hair." Ye Qing swallowed the words that were stuck in his throat. He immediately went to the bathroom to get a hair dryer.

Mo Ziyu got out of bed and walked to a large mirror in front of the French window. Ye Qing stood behind him, cursing Mo Ziyu in her heart, while blowing on his hair. Mo Ziyu gazed at Ye Qing in the mirror, her head lowered absentmindedly as she caressed his hair. Her attitude was perfunctory, and her expression was extremely unwilling. When she looked at this woman again, she was actually wearing such an old-fashioned pajamas.

He could not help but start spouting venomously, "I'm not dead yet. Mrs. Mo is in mourning. She's wearing white and her expression is uglier than crying. Such an ugly nightgown has terrible taste."

Ye Qing looked at him indifferently, obviously not willing to bother him any longer. In any case, she couldn't win against him, and rather than bickering with him, it would be better to let him feel like he had punched cotton instead.

After about five minutes, Ye Qing touched Mo Zi Yu's hair, almost dry.

"Done." "It's done."

"I'm not done yet, continue bragging." Mo Ziyu was very dissatisfied with her cold attitude.

"After another five minutes, it's done."

"I didn't, continue."

After a few more minutes, he said, "If you blow it any more, it'll burn your hair."

"If I said I didn't do it, then I didn't. Continue."

Ye Qing couldn't take it anymore. She turned off the hair dryer and threw it on the ground. "Mo Ziyu, you're crazy. I gave you face, didn't I?"

Looking at Ye Yi's exploding hair, Mo Ziyu's mood was extremely good. Finally, her true form had been revealed, and she hadn't lasted for long.

Ye Qing angrily ran to the bed and lay down. He picked up his phone and planned to play a few rounds to calm the king. Otherwise, she would definitely go crazy.

Mo Ziyu also lay down on the side and began to work on her phone. Suddenly, he heard a message from Ye Qing: "Welcome to King's Glory." The corner of Mo Ziyu's mouth twitched. With this little intelligence, she was still playing games. Wasn't she just looking for a beating?

Sure enough, after a short while, Ye Qing could be heard sighing and even cursing at them from time to time. Ye Qing switched on the voice chat for the sake of better communication with the team. A low and deep male voice said, "I'm not playing anymore. After this round, I'm going to sleep. I'm too sleepy."

Ye Qing had just died once and was waiting to be resurrected. When she heard this, she became extremely angry, "Young people should have a bit of nightlife. What are you sleeping for? You don't have a wife, so why the hell are you sleeping."

"I don't have a wife, so why do you have a husband? If I think about it, you don't have one, otherwise how can you play games by yourself in the middle of the night?"

Ye Qing was extremely angry. She was about to lose this game. That person said that again, and without even thinking, she replied, "I'm really disappointing you. I have a husband, he's right next to me."

"That person obviously doesn't believe Ye Qing." "If he has the ability to say something, then even if there is, the relationship between husband and wife definitely isn't good. Otherwise, why would you waste your time playing games?"

Ye Qing's mind went blank. She immediately held her phone in front of Mo Ziyu, and said in a voice that was like a baby, "Hubby, listen, they say we don't have a good relationship. Can you tell them?"

Mo Ziyu froze for a few seconds, and then the corner of her mouth rose. She then replied with a sexy voice, "Yes, I'm his husband. If you have anything to say to me, just say it."

That person really did have a husband when he heard that. "Your wife's playing games is too darned. Hurry up and sleep. Tell your wife not to play anymore. She's like a pig of a teammate."

Mo Ziyu raised an eyebrow. If he wanted to court death, he could only despise his wife. Others didn't have the qualifications to do so. Without saying anything further, he grabbed Ye Qing's phone and began to pull at it furiously. Ye Qing hadn't even recovered from the shock when he heard the sounds of two kills, three kills, and then the team being annihilated.

As Mo Ziyu pushed the tower forward, she spoke to that person in voice chat, "I'll tell you how good our relationship is. I helped my wife win with just a single sentence, but she disdains it. You're a middle-aged uncle without a wife and a love life, how can you understand the joy between youngsters? You're completely retarded."

Following the sound of a victory in English, Mo Ziyu domineeringly threw his phone, which was worth around 25,000 yuan. "Playing this kind of child's game, it's really humiliating to my intelligence."

Ye Qing began to doubt whether or not he was really not suitable to play this game. There was simply no way he could compete with her. Mo Ziyu suddenly thought of something and picked up Ye Qing's phone, clicking on something.

Ye Qing went over to take a look. Hmm, it was nothing. It was just that this petty man had already reported that person.

Ye Qing put away her phone silently. She needed some peace and quiet. Ye Qing lay down, closed her eyes, and moved closer to the edge of the bed.

"Mrs. Mo, do I have a plague?"

"No, what?"

"Then why are you lying so far away?"

Ye Qing was starting to feel sleepy. She didn't want to talk nonsense with him, so she moved closer to the middle of the bed.

Mo Zi Yu stretched out her arms and held Ye Qing in her arms. Ye Qing was shocked, and began to twist her arms.

"What are you doing?" "Let me go."

"Hug you, I'm afraid you'll roll off, your brain isn't very sharp to begin with, if you fall down again, you'll be even stupider."

"Nonsense, I won't fall."

Mo Ziyu's Adam's apple rolled in her throat, damn it, there was a faint fragrance coming from the tip of her nose.

"If you move again, I'll take it as you inviting me to act to prove how good our relationship really is."

Ye Qing suddenly stopped struggling. She could clearly feel Mo Ziyu's heavy breathing and hoarse voice.

Mo Ziyu calmed down, turned off the light, and pulled Ye Qing into his arms. "Sleep."

It was a good night. Mo Ziyu felt that having a woman sleeping by her side was not bad. When she lifted her arms, she felt soft and fragrant. This was the first time in her life that she had tasted the warmth of a woman in her arms.