The husband was once beautiful, strong and miserable [through the book]

These women have never seen Zhou Mo as an ordinary man. At first it was because of aesthetics, and later because of...strength?

In his heart, Yan Qing thinks this is pretty good, he doesn't need to worry about Zhou Mo being married back suddenly one day, according to Zhou Mo's temperament that can't afford to suffer, being bound in the backyard is torture.

But seeing how they avoided Zhou Mo like snakes and scorpions, Yan Qing was holding back his anger.

He didn't have time to think about why he was so contradictory, but he just knew that he didn't want others to like Zhou Mo, nor did he want others to hate Zhou Mo.

Yan Qing looked at Zhou Mo with a very serious expression, "Don't show it to others next time."

Only the wife can see it.

But before Yan Qing could say the last sentence, Zhou Mo stretched out his hand and scratched the tip of his nose, and coaxed, "It's okay, Qing'er, you won't lose a piece of meat after just looking at it, haven't I seen yours too?" ?”

Before Yan Qing finished speaking, he suddenly stopped, and a faint redness appeared on his face uncontrollably.

"Can this, can this be confused?"

Seeing Yan Qing's shy and introverted appearance, Zhou Mo thought that Yan Qing was too reserved, so he smiled, changed the subject and said, "It's so clear, your clothes are dirty."

Yan Qing: "..."

Yan Qing sighed and followed him, "Go into the house."

Zhou Mo said that he wanted Yan Qing to wash his clothes for him, but in the end he didn't let him touch the corner of the clothes at all. Zhou Mo fetched water and simply soaked it, scrubbed it, and soaked his body by the way.

Yan Qing stood aside for a while, watching the person in the mist with his eyes lightly closed, as beautiful as a painting, his heart beating a little uncontrollably.

... Yan Qing just stared at Zhou Mo for a long time, from the slightly trembling eyelash feathers to the ups and downs of breathing. When he noticed that Zhou Mo had a sign of opening his eyes, Yan Qing Only then hurriedly looked away.

……

He seemed to have done something extremely guilty, and he didn't dare to look in Zhoumo's direction anymore, he just wanted to do something to divert his attention, so he walked quickly to the box, intending to change Zhoumo's clothes.

He picked out two shirts of similar color from the inside, and Yan Qing stretched them open to look at them. When he was gesturing to change the size, Zhou Mo's figure crossed his mind inappropriately.

Yan Qing: "..."

Forget it, I can't continue this job for the time being.

He picked out the clothes, put them away separately, and forcibly sat back on the bed without looking sideways.

Yan Qing sat on the edge of the bed, listening to the sound of water gurgling in his ear, his thoughts began to wander uncontrollably, in order to concentrate, he simply took out the half-embroidered sachet and continued embroidered.

Yan Qing has been embroidering the sachet all afternoon, and her eyes are a little dizzy, especially because the light in the room is very poor. Rubbing his eyes, he turned his body and changed the angle. I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the light was much brighter.

After the last stitch was over, Yan Qing satisfactorily took the sachet to the place where the light was on and took photos again and again. Before he could enjoy himself for a while, he saw a red figure standing upright in the corner of his eye. Qing realized that the sound of water had long since disappeared.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Zhou Mo was holding a candle, holding it up thoughtfully, his hair that was still wet with dew was hanging lazily on one side, and some tight clothes were tightly attached to his figure.

Yan Qing was startled, and was so frightened that she hid the sachet behind her back, "...you, have you finished washing?"

"Well, I might have to borrow your clothes." Zhou Mo put the candle back to its original position and sat beside Yan Qing. He stretched out his hand to loosen his clothes and said, "The inner clothes were sweaty when I went up the mountain today. , not too comfortable, I just washed them together."

Zhou Mo seldom wears red clothes, but with this gorgeous color, he has a different style than usual.

"...Is it a little small?" Yan Qing was taken aback, and when he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but glanced at Zhou Mo's exposed elbow, which was a little different, and he whispered, "I'm so much shorter than you Is it?"

Zhou Mo tugged his cuffs down and laughed, "You're still growing up."

Yan Qing heard the words but was not comforted in the slightest. He was slightly stunned, and his eyes couldn't help looking up at the top of Zhou Mo's head, "It's still long?"

How tall is this, he is already about the same height as most women, if he grows up to be as tall as Zhou Mo...

Yan Qing suddenly thought that Zhou Mo would have to be with someone shorter than him when he went out in the future, so he felt that the scene was a bit funny.

Zhou Mo didn't know what Yan Qing was thinking, and he couldn't guess it at all. He glanced at the sachet hidden behind Yan Qing, and said, "I told you that night is bad for your eyes, so why are you still embroidering?"

Yanqin pursed her lips, "...I couldn't sleep and embroidered and played."

Zhou Mo rubbed his panting elbow, and lay down on the outside.

Zhou Mo originally planned to remind Yan Qing to embroider again tomorrow, but his eyes fell on Yan Qing, seeing Yan Qing's earnest appearance of embroidering things stitch by stitch, with blue hair hanging slightly to the side of the ears, and focused and gentle eyes. He took the candle and stood by his side to hold the lamp for him.

Zhou Mo yawned sleepily, "Qing'er, rest."

Yan Qing put away the sachet and went to bed, but this time Zhou Mo was already lying down, Yan Qing had to climb over Zhou Mo to get in...

Yan Qing's small faces were tangled together, sitting on the edge of the bed, hesitating, everything Yan Qing thought would be written on his face, Zhou Mo knew what he was struggling with just by looking at him, so he grabbed Yan Qing's elbow Pull the person into his arms.

Yan Qing was unprepared for a moment, and exclaimed in surprise. When he realized it, he had already rolled around against Zhou Mo's chest, and rolled directly into Lita.

Yan Qing: "..."

What's wrong with this guy, he always has no rules at all.

Yan Qing didn't know whether it was shame or annoyance, his small face was flushed, but he couldn't help silently recalling Xia Zhoumo's embrace, compared the length of the man's arm, and found that it was wider than he imagined.

"Ah Mo, let me make clothes for you."

Zhou Mo half closed his eyes, and said tiredly, "Huh? Don't do it at night."

"No, do it during the day." Yan Qing sat up on his knees and said, "Get up and let me measure your figure."

Zhou Mo didn't like to get up when he was on the bed, so he whispered, "Tomorrow, Qing'er, I'm too sleepy today."

Yan Qing shook his head and said, "You run around during the day, either you are not there or I am not, forget it, you can sleep in your bed."

Yan Qing felt sad when he saw the clothes that exposed his ankles and elbows, so he stretched out his thumb and index finger carefully, and measured Xia Zhoumo's arm length and height in units of feet. Qing pondered for a while, then lay on the bed, passed his hand under Zhou Mo's body, and hugged Zhou Mo's waist tightly. The man turned suddenly and faced him.

Yan Qing's hand on the man's waist was grabbed by the elbow, Zhou Mo looked at him with a little tiredness in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyelids began to fight, and he fell asleep without waiting for Yan Qing's reply, but before he fell asleep, he felt the tickling feeling of a deer, and when he opened his eyes, he saw someone Rubbing non-stop in his arms.

Zhou Mo turned over, hugged him tightly in his arms, and yawned, "Qing'er, don't make trouble, you're sleepy."

Yan Qing: "..."