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Rong Mo and Dashan helped Shang Mo to his room together.

"Mr. Rong, please take a towel." Dashan said as he helped Shang Mo take off his shoes.

Rong Mo entered the bathroom and wet the towel with hot water. He wanted to hand the towel to Dashan and let Dashan wipe Shang Mo's face.

As a result, the mountain did not connect and retreated directly. Rong Mo frowned and asked her to wipe it: "..."

She was stunned for a moment and had to take a towel to help Shang Mo wipe her face.

Shang Mo really drank too much and had a great headache, especially in his temple, as if he was stabbed by something sharp. He took the hot towel from Rong Mo's hand and picked it up and covered it on his face.

The warmth comes, and it feels more comfortable.

After a while, he closed his eyes, took the towel away, and handed it to Rong Mo: "It's cold."

Rong Mo reached out to take the towel, washed it with hot water again, unscrewed it and took it out for Shang Mo.

Shang Mo covered his face with a towel again, and after feeling comfortable, he woke up a little more. He opened his eyes and locked his eyes in Rong Mo's face.

Rong Mo inexplicably felt that Shang Mo was like a poisonous poppy flower.

I never expected that the difference would be so big if a person wears glasses or not.

Shang Mo covered his temple with his thin white fingers, gently kneaded it, then frowned slightly, and looked at Rong Mo sitting by the bed.

It seems that I want Rong Mo to help him press.

But Rong Mo sat quietly and didn't move.

His face was a little unfavorable. He raised his eyes slightly and looked at Dashan standing beside him. His eyes turned cold. Dashan was stunned, looked at Shang Mo in a little startled, looked at Rong Mo again, and then retreated silently.

Shang Mo closed his eyes, leaned on the bed, and handed the towel to Rong Mo.

Rong Mo stood up and found that the mountain had gone out. She was stunned for a moment, then warmed up with a towel.

He covered the towel on his face again, and Shang Mo turned his body and lay directly on Rong Mo's legs.

Rong Mo's clear little face was full of surprise, his slightly opened eyes were stunned, and he was confused: "..."

What does this mean?

How could he lie on her lap?

Rong Mo's body was uncontrolled and became stiff step by step. It was the first time in my memory that he was so close to a man, and his heart was about to jump up without being controlled.

"Heart!" Shang Mo frowned and ordered in a cold voice: "Press."

Rong Mo uttered in his heart.

The drunk Shang Mo is inexplicably like a filial son.

She was speechless and helpless, so she reached out to his temple and then gently pressed it.

The strength was moderate, and the pressure was slowly rubbed and pressed, which was extremely comfortable. Shang Mo's frown slowly relaxed. His head no longer hurts and his heart is very comfortable. A charming smile appeared on the corner of his mouth under the towel.

"Mr. Shang, you should not drink so much wine in the future. Grandma will be very worried when she finds out." Rong Mo didn't expect the atmosphere to be too stiff, so he said casually, Grandma Shang is also Grandma.

"Um."

She didn't think she would respond, but she didn't expect that Shang Mo would respond softly, and Rong Mo was surprised for a moment.

"You like Qianxun." Suddenly, Shang Mo asked this.

Rong Mo stopped subconsciously by rubbing his hands. She looked at Shang Mo in surprise and asked, "Why did you say that?"

How could she like Chihiro? She and Chihiro are both women.
Chapter completed!