C132 Men Are Hot

He hurried home, but the result was completely different from what Young Master Shang had expected. Not only did he not thank him for his kindness, but his pride as a man had also been damaged.

Putting Yi Xiaomi down, Shang Moze turned the black umbrella in his hand, sprinkled the water droplets on it, and then propped the umbrella outside the door.

The moment Yi Xiaomi landed, she ran towards the bathroom barefooted. The man frowned and grabbed her snowy wrist. His tone was not good. "Put on your shoes."

"Oh." Yi Xiaomi stuck out her tongue and quickly changed direction. She put on the slippers in front of the sofa and ran to the bathroom. "Shang Moze, I'm going to take a shower first."

The man did not answer. He quickly went to the bedroom to change into a clean set of clothes and then quickly went back to the living room to wait for the rabbit. Yes, he took a good shower and cleaned his mouth.

Yi Xiaomi never would have thought that the man was waiting for her outside. Her heart was filled with a warm bath. The coldness in the rain just now had been completely washed away. Satisfied, Yi Xiaomi narrowed her eyes and unconsciously hummed a song.

It was probably because the hot bath was too comfortable. After a while, Yi Xiaomi actually forgot about the time. It was only when the white skin on her body began to turn red that she remembered that she had been bathing for too long.

Quickly drying her body and putting on the nightdress, Yi Xiaomi shouted towards the door, "Shang Moze, quickly come and take a shower. Don't catch a cold."

However, what answered her was only endless silence. As she used a towel to wipe her hair, Yi Xiaomi walked towards the door.

Just as she was about to speak again, she discovered that the man was half lying on the sofa. His expression was as quiet as a baby's. His eyes were tightly shut and his perky eyelashes covered his eyes. His slightly messy hair gave him a bit of indulgent beauty.

"How can I sleep like this? I will catch a cold." Yi Xiaomi put the towel on her shoulder but inadvertently saw the clothes by the side and the corner of her mouth twitched.

Shang Moze really did not change the nature of a man. For example, throwing clothes around randomly... Seeing the expensive clothes being thrown into a ball by this man without any care, like a pile of rags, Yi Xiaomi's heart was in pain.

Picking up the soft clothes and opening the suit, Yi Xiaomi found that the back of the suit was extremely dry, but the front was wet like a sponge, with water everywhere.

The rain just now was getting bigger and bigger. In the end, it became as big as a soybean. Yi Xiaomi felt warm in her heart. Yi Xiaomi turned her head and looked at the quiet and handsome man. She thought that Shang Moze must have thrown all the umbrellas backwards, which was why it rained, right?

This man, Yi Xiaomi slowly walked to Shang Moze's side and quietly stared at the handsome face that was like a hero in ancient Greek mythology. Although he was always overbearing and petty, he was evil and possessive and strong. Furthermore, he would not put any sweet words on his mouth...

However, every small detail in her life would be taken care of and treated carefully. Her heart would probably fall bit by bit like this, right?

The soft and white little hand touched Shang Moze's smooth and full forehead. Yi Xiaomi was shocked and did not care about the clothes on the other hand. Why was Shang Moze's forehead so hot? It felt like he was burning firewood.

When she looked down again, the man also seemed to be extremely uncomfortable. His sword-like eyebrows that were like ink were slightly knitted and there was an abnormal blush on his face.

Could it be that he had a fever now because he had just fallen asleep after being drenched in the rain? Yi Xiaomi felt guilty in her heart and quickly got up.

According to Shang Moze's temperature, if she did not do something to Shang Moze, the mighty and wise Young Master Shang would probably become highly retarded when he woke up tomorrow morning.

After getting some warm water from the bathroom, Yi Xiaomi poked Shang Moze's forehead with her index finger. "Big idiot, that umbrella is so big. If you do not let me go, I will not be drenched."

After drying a towel with warm water, Yi Xiaomi carefully folded the towel and put it on Shang Moze's forehead.

This one on the forehead was fine. However, was there another way to wipe his body when he had a high fever when it came to physical cooling?

Yi Xiaomi's face was flushed red. Finally, she stretched out her hand and faced death with no fear. She bent down and unbutton Shang Moze's shirt one by one.

What was called men's sex appeal? Yi Xiaomi's hands were trembling. Damn it... Did this process need to be so enticing?

Her well-built chest was exposed, and her wheat colored skin had the color of sunshine. Yi Xiaomi slowly took off Shang Moze's shirt and looked at his standard eight-pack abdominal muscles. She secretly sighed that she was strong enough. Tsk tsk tsk, beauty is bad for people. Bad for people!

Eh, why did it feel warm and damp? Yi Xiaomi reached out her hand and touched her nose. Immediately, she felt a bolt of lightning striking down. Her entire body was charred and tender inside.

The dark red liquid on her white and slender fingers, if it was not a nosebleed, what was it? What the heck, luckily Shang Moze was unconscious at this time. Otherwise, seeing her like this, what face would she have to continue living?

She... She actually had a nosebleed towards Shang Moze? And she only had her upper body exposed... Dirt, what the heck, she was just boasting about her composure just now, did she not rub it on her face like this?!

Quickly go to the bathroom to take care of herself, Yi Xiaomi's hands were on the sink as she looked at the woman in the mirror whose face was flushed red,...

This woman must not be her, definitely not her...

The man outside turned his body uncomfortably and the sound he made pulled Yi Xiaomi out of her messy thoughts. That's not right. Shang Moze was still burning. What was she doing?

Yi Xiaomi walked to Shang Moze's side and took a deep breath. She pinched his handsome face hard. "You can't sleep well. You only know how to seduce me."

She picked up the towel and carefully wiped Shang Moze's body. Yi Xiaomi looked calm. Half of her wet hair fell on her shoulders. She wore a simple cotton nightdress - it looked like her wife was taking care of her husband.

It was not easy to complete this huge project but Yi Xiaomi was already sweating profusely. She was breathing lightly and her face was red.

She had used a lot of patience to not do anything to the sleeping Shang Moze. Bah, stinky man, why are you so good-looking when you have nothing to do...

Yi Xiaomi got up from the sofa and was about to go and change the water in the basin when her wrist was violently pulled by someone. The force was so great that it was like iron pliers, unable to break free.

Puzzled, Yi Xiaomi saw the man opening his mouth and whispering something. She bent down and lowered her head to the side of his lips.

"Yi Xiaomi, don't go... Don't go..."

Her eyes seemed to have been smoked by onions and sour tears gushed out. The corner of Yi Xiaomi's mouth moved slightly and curved into a beautiful arc.

A hand gently caressed the chisel-like face and Yi Xiaomi softly said, "Silly, I will not leave again."

You are so good to me, how can I bear to leave again? Shang Moze, I promise you, as long as you do not abandon me, no matter how difficult the road ahead is, I will follow behind you.