Since the last time I saw Lan Mu at the airport, it has been a week since now. I am used to it, but it seems... not used to it.

Yan Zao pushed open the door, and was pulled out of his soul and walked into the bedroom.

The empty room, neatly laid out bed sheets, was as cold as if no one had lived in it for a long time. Even if she hugged the pillow tightly every night, she couldn't smell any of him.

He gave everything he had to Yu Yesang, including the smell on his body.

The curtains were automatically turned on. She stood in front of the window, and the curtains were automatically opened. The moonlight and street lights outside were brighter than those inside the room.

Huh?

Why are the lights in the room on?

She suddenly remembered that she didn't turn on the light when she entered the door just now. The light was on and her spine was cold.

Turning his head suddenly.

"ah……"

The man was wearing a bathrobe and with wet hair standing at the bedroom door, and still had a cold and handsome face. She screamed in fear, but it didn't affect his coldness or coolness.

Standing there motionlessly like a statue, she always owe him tens of millions of disgusting eyes.

Yan Zao adjusted his frightened mood and asked in a slightly surprised tone: "Lan Mu, when did you come back?"

"Want to report to you?"

Yan Zao shook his head tightly with his lips tightly, trying to cut off his tongue.

Based on her understanding of Lan Mu, this question is indeed a bit stupid. How could he answer such a boring and unnutritional question?

She didn't say anything anymore, looked Lan Mu up and down, and her face gradually became cold, "You're back, then... I'll go to the guest room to sleep."

As she said that, she walked towards the door.

Lan Mu suddenly raised his foot and took a step forward. Yan hadn't expected his actions and did not stop in time. The two almost bumped into each other. Her feet stopped in front and back.

Looking up, the man lowered his eyes and looked down at her condescendingly. She could even feel his cold breath, as if she had drunk some wine, mixed with a scent of wine that seemed to be there.

At the tip of Yan Zao's nose, she gently flew over, and she was in a precautionary palpitations. After her hands subconsciously received her legs, her eyes forgot to move away and stared at the man's handsome face.

"come over."

Lan Mu spoke in a commanding tone, then he looked away and turned around and walked outside.

His hair was still wet and he felt dripping water.

Yan Zao looked at it and blurted out, "Lan Mu, I'll help you..."

Blow your hair...

The remaining four words came to her mouth and suddenly realized, is she crazy?

He actually wanted to blow his hair to Captain Lan Mulan, who had a pride and obsessiveness in his heart. Did the ancestors of the Yan family give her the courage underground?

"Um?"

A response came from the man in front of him, with a faint nasal sound, and it was a little gentle.

The gentleness made Yan Zao think she had hallucinations. She raised her head blankly and met the man's deep eyes and the soft lights, and his facial lines seemed to have been softened.

Yan Zao's face couldn't help but feel a heat, and he hurriedly looked away.

Her passionate personality in her three-minute work style, and if you ask what happened in this world, she must have liked Lan Mu. She has been liked for twelve years, whether it is him who is sleepy early, or who is tanned in military training, or who is sweating profusely from the court.

She likes every look, and he has the look she likes.
Chapter completed!