C13 Emotional Warming

The car gradually stopped. Hsu Moyu, who was resting with his eyes closed, slightly opened his phoenix eyes. He glanced outside expressionlessly and was stunned when he found out that Han Shaolin had brought him back to the mansion.

"Do you need me to carry you out of the carriage?" Han Shaolin, who didn't see any movement from Hsu Moyu, joked as he got out of the car.

"If Sect Lord Han is willing." Hsu Moyu replied nonchalantly, implying that as long as you don't mind, there's nothing for me to be unhappy about.

Han Shaolin did not expect him to reply like that. He raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Zichen, "I never take the initiative to hug women, let alone men."

When Hsu Moyu heard his emperor like cold and arrogant words, he couldn't help but laugh. However, before his smile could fade away, the car door was suddenly opened and he unexpectedly fell into his broad chest.

Hsu Moyu's pupils dilated as he looked at Han Shaolin in disbelief. His heart beat faster.

"Why, didn't you ask for it yourself? What was this expression? "Capture him without any hesitation?" Han Shaolin laughed. He lowered his voice with ambiguous magnetism, causing Hsu Moyu to be a little dazed. However, he immediately became clear-headed the next second.

"Even the dignified Sect Lord Han can't tell a joke!" Pretending to be calm and motionless, she met his smiling eyes.

"I discovered that you are really not an ordinary sharp tongued person. Perhaps I should personally bring your head to the table and taste for myself just what kind of brain can make you act so impudently." Although Han Shaolin still had a cold expression, he couldn't tell how serious his words were.

Hsu Moyu glanced at him in boredom, indicating that he didn't want to answer. Han Shaolin was surprised to see him act as if we were equals in front of him. He realized that for some reason, he wasn't on guard against him at all, or perhaps, he wasn't on guard against him at all.

Seeing Han Shaolin return, the two bodyguards hurriedly greeted him with a bow and greeted him, as if they were rushing here to pick him up. However, when they saw Hsu Moyu, who was in Han Shaolin's arms, they were slightly surprised and then said, "Greetings, Young Mistress."

"There's no need to notify the butler. Let him rest!" Han Shaolin only ordered coldly and left while carrying Hsu Moyu. However, before they could even take a few steps, Hsu Moyu said, "Don't you feel embarrassed that you didn't lose face, Mr. Sect Lord Han?"

Han Shaolin frowned and his hawk eyes instantly turned cold. This man really knows how to challenge my bottom line.

Alright, I won't put my face to the cold butt.

Ye Zichen chucked Hsu Moyu onto the grass and walked into the room.

Hsu Moyu was stunned for a moment. However, he then calmly stood up and patted his clothes, walked into the room and left the two bodyguards with their thumbs raised.

After going upstairs, Hsu Moyu opened the door of the room that he used to live in. He didn't expect it to be the same as when he left, but he could still see traces of cleaning.

The butler was a very meticulous person. Hsu Moyu smiled from the bottom of his heart and felt very flattered. At this moment, Han Shaolin's voice sounded from behind him.

"Come with me!" This was originally a guest room. "

Hsu Moyu turned his head and looked at Han Shaolin in shock. With a puzzled expression, he asked, "You're not angry anymore?"

Hearing Hsu Moyu's words, Han Shaolin put his hands on his chest and smiled, which was quite charming under the lights, "What can you do if I'm really angry?"

"To add fuel to the fire." Hsu Moyu smiled, like a slowly blooming flower.

Han Shaolin raised his eyebrows in interest and suddenly lowered his head to whisper into Hsu Moyu's ear, "What? Invite me? "

As soon as Han Shaolin finished his words, Hsu Moyu's unchanging face suddenly flushed red.

"Nice expression." Han Shaolin kissed his lips in satisfaction. Then, he stood up with a smile and went back to his bedroom.

Hsu Moyu only felt a numbing sensation pass through his entire body. He touched his upper lip in a daze as his heart slowly rose and fell.

When Hsu Moyu went to Han Shaolin's bedroom, he was just about to take a shower. Han Shaolin was still wearing his old clothes and had a bath towel, showing off his good figure.

"Hurry up and wash up as well! It's getting late. " Wiping his hair, Han Shaolin threw the nightgown in his hand to Ye Zichen as he walked towards the bar.

A few minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom in his pajamas. Han Shaolin was already lying on the bed with a wine glass in his left hand and his right hand was flipping through the documents. He didn't even look up at Hsu Moyu as he handed the empty glass in his hand to Hsu Moyu, "Whisky."

Hsu Moyu frowned, "I'm not your bartender." However, he still took the cup, walked to the bar, and poured himself a glass of wine.

Han Shaolin was a bit surprised as he watched Ye Zichen pour the liquor. Sometimes, this man was so beautiful that he didn't seem like a man at all.

As he thought that, he couldn't help but look down Hsu Moyu's neck.

Hsu Moyu turned his head around and saw Han Shaolin staring at him. He curiously looked at Han Shaolin with his phoenix eyes and asked. Hsu Moyu looked back at Han Shaolin staring at him and curiously looked at him with his phoenix eyes.

Han Shaolin was stunned for a moment, but he did not drink it. He put it on the table at the side and looked at Hsu Moyu with a smile.

Hsu Moyu was stunned at first, but knowing Han Shaolin's intentions, he put his wine cup aside and walked towards the bed. He lowered his head and kissed Han Shaolin.

Han Shaolin did not expect Hsu Moyu to take the initiative and immediately smiled.

After that, the two of them went to the depths of the cave and enjoyed the peace that came from each other as they slept in each other's embrace.