11.Chapter 11 Mo Shiqian Looking at Her Nakedness
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After a moment of silence, there was a soft chuckle on the other end, "Okay, I get it."
Mo Shiqian hmmmed, and then hung up, casually resting his cell phone in front of him.
Ji Huan was living alone, and the white Ferrari came to a stop downstairs in the upscale apartment.
It was then that the woman in the co-pilot opened her eyes, "Are we there?"
Mo Shiqian directly got out of the car and pulled open the passenger door for her.
When he saw her sluggish movements, he leaned over again and without a word reached down to unbuckle her seatbelt.
"Mo Shiqian."
Her voice was completely devoid of its usual delicate softness, somewhat cool and husky.
"Hmm?"
"I'm not feeling well, I don't have the strength."
The man didn't say a word, and quite simply lifted her out of the car sideways, kneed her, and closed the door.
Ji Huan's forehead rested against his shoulder, her long seaweed-like hair falling and lifted by the wind.
She whispered his name again, "Mo Shiqian."
"Uh-huh."
"You handle this clean today, I don't want to see gossip about this in the press."
"It will be taken care of."
Mo Shiqian carried her from the parking ramp into the apartment, where the cool breeze was refreshingly quiet.
Ji Huan sniffed the crisp, familiar scent of him and felt suddenly weak beyond measure, "What did you do tonight?"
Her voice was always low, and when she finished a sentence it was as if she had dissipated into the wind.
A moment later, he returned breezily, "Taking care of some trouble for my fiancée."
She murmured, "You're so good to your fiancée ......"
The moment the elevator opened, Ji Huan heard the man say in a very light tone, "Missy, you actually deserve better."
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As soon as the door to the apartment opened, Ji Huan took the clothes off her body just as her feet hit the ground, handing them to the man at her side, "I'm going to take a shower."
With that she walked straight into the bathroom.
Mo Shiqian watched as her back disappeared from sight, and also smoothly rested his trench coat on the sofa, so he turned around and went out the door.
Unscrewing the shower, the warm water drenched her toes from the top of her head.
In the dense mist of water, her exquisite face can not find the usual one point of charm, cold and wood.
Chi Huan was dizzy and sleepy, didn't wash for long, quickly turned off the shower, pulled a towel over and wiped the water from his hair and body very casually, and when he tried to get his clothes, he realized that he hadn't brought anything in, so he pulled a towel over and wrapped it around his body and came out.
Bare feet on the carpet rubbing his hair, the whole apartment was quiet and close to dead.
After tonight's events, Ikuhuan especially rejected the silence.
She pursed her lips and called out toward the door, "Mo Shiqian."
"Mo Shiqian ......"
After a series of calls, she was answered only by her own echoes and a deeper silence.
Gone?
She frowned, did the man leave without telling her?
Ji Huan originally depressed mood more and more low, can not say this moment, she extraordinarily hope that he is beside her, even if not to speak, not even stay in a room.
She's in the bedroom and he's out in the living room and it's just fine.
She didn't have much patience for drying her hair and casually tossed the towel on the bed, then stopped by to take a nightgown out of the closet where she kept her intimate apparel and pajama bottoms.
glanced at the half-open door, and after a second gave up the idea of closing it-
She was alone in the house, it made no difference if the bedroom door was closed or not, the curtains were drawn.
Pulling the towel off and letting it slide to the carpet, Ikuhuan lifted her feet and took a step forward, ready to reach for the nightgown she had placed at the end of the bed.
There was a sudden, subtle noise at the door.
Ji Huan suddenly realized something, his hand stiffened, and he still turned his head reflexively.
Mo Shiqian's handsome and upright figure stood in the doorway, his deep and calm pupils slightly shrunk, lagging in her body, and his entire body stiffened in place for a while, not making any reaction.
Ikuhuan stared at him blankly for three seconds.
Suddenly, her nerves instantly reacted as if they were on fire, her hands shielding her chest in front of her, and she yelled at him in a panicked and confused manner, "What are you ...... doing standing there? Aren't you ...... gone?"
Her face, pale and bloodless all night, seemed for a few seconds as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her brain to drip out of her face.
Mo Shiqian looked at her naked appearance, the stiffness did not half ease, thin lips slightly open, voice low and dumb, "I ...... went downstairs to buy some medicine."
His eyes ghosted on her as he said this.
Ji Huan stayed for a few more seconds before furiously yelling at him, "Then why are you still watching? Get out!"
"The door slammed shut with a loud bang.
The man took a step back and brought the door with him from the outside.
Ji Huan was shaken again by the voice and stood in place like a fool.
She was naked, not even in her underwear, and stood in front of him with no covering except for her long hair that was draped over her head.
Outside the door.
Mo Shiqian stood with his head hung low, his breathing was rapid and disorganized, and the joints of his right hand, which was gripping the door handle with force, were gusting white.
He closed his eyes, but the scene he had just seen appeared clearly in his mind in an instant.
Chi Huan is very petite, holding in the arms is even a small group, in front of the media and outsiders with both the dual temperament of a young girl and a queen, by the media as the queen of the sweet department.
He'd seen her in all her guises more than anyone else, but he'd also ignored her in all her guises more than anyone else.
Snow white piercing skin, thin legs, chest snow soft not much surging, but ...... nicely shaped, he even briefly imagined how it would feel in his next hand.
Long, seaweedy, wet hair fell to her waist and cascaded over her shoulders.
Like a freshly bathed, wet and scented, innocent and fatally seductive siren, she looked at him with shocked and dumbfounded eyes, awakening the desire that lurked in the deepest recesses of his body and stirred like a beast.
Only when his body was already hard and aching beneath him did he notice what was rolling around in his head, and looking down slightly, he saw the reaction of his crotch being stretched up at the seat of his pants.
Closing his eyes, the man's throat knots rolled up and down a few times before a muffled grunt spilled from its depths, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead, dripping down the bridge of his handsome nose and from his curved, sexy jaw.
Fifteen minutes later.
Ikuhuan was fully dressed and still chose to open the bedroom door and walk out.
She was wearing a long white skirt and a gray sweater, a rare plain ensemble, and her long black hair was still wet.
As soon as the door opened she saw the man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, the night filled the window and he didn't know if he was watching, or viewing the night.
Biting her lip, Ji Huan was about to open her mouth, but the man who heard the commotion just turned around.
Deeply quiet, straight eyes fell on her face.
Four eyes met, Ji Huan met his eyes, and what he had just organized and prepared all of a sudden became blank again.
Mo Shiqian looked at her, then down, at her bare feet that were on the carpet, curled up with her toes.
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