Then, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it up, taking off the sweatshirt and the short-sleeved shirt underneath, and threw them on the ground casually.
The light hit him, outlining his strong and well-proportioned chest, with clear lines and textures, sexy and restrained.
However, on the back that An Ci couldn't see, there were several scars of varying depths, which were shocking to look at.
An Ci was stunned and poked his abdominal muscles with a finger.
"one two three……"
She counted very seriously, and Shen Mo stood still, with a faint smile in his eyes.
He asked her, "Have you finished counting?"
An Ci nodded, and Shen Mo teased her, "How much?"
"Eight."
He said eight dollars, but only raised four fingers. It seemed that he was really drunk.
Shen Mo smiled dumbly, "Come here, let me help you wash your face."
"Don't wash your face." An Ci jumped off the table. Shen Mo reacted quickly and helped her up to prevent her from falling.
"I have a headache. I want to sleep." She pushed Shen Mo away and stumbled towards the bed.
He had only taken two steps when Shen Mo grabbed him by the waist and pulled him back.
"No, your clothes are dirty. Change before going to bed."
An Ci was half-carried and half-held and brought into the bathroom. Due to the alcohol, she soon felt sleepy. Her eyelids drooped lazily, and there was a moist light in her eyes.
"Shen Mo."
She called him by his full name, and because she was drunk, her voice was unusually soft.
Shen Mo paused as he picked up the towel. "Hmm?"
"Why did you leave without saying a word?" She leaned on his shoulder, her eyes so sleepy that she could hardly open them, but she kept muttering to herself.
"They all say you have your own difficulties, but what bullshit difficulties are there? If you're gone, then you're gone. I don't care. Shen Mo, am I so weak in your eyes? Am I the only one who can be protected by you?"
"Why did you leave secretly? I could have protected you, but you didn't even give me the chance. Uncle Che said you went home, but I didn't believe it. I was worried you'd get hurt, that someone would bully you, that you'd get sick and no one would take care of you, that you'd be all alone and helpless. But you left without a second thought, and you haven't even sent me a message in all these years."
"I thought you would come back during the Chinese New Year. I thought that as long as you came back, bought me some delicious food, and said a few words to me, I would not be angry anymore. But you didn't come back, so I swear that if I see you again, I will never talk to you again."
"What you think is for my own good is all bullshit. You haven't even asked, so how do you know if I need this kind of kindness?"
Some words have been kept in your heart for too long, and once they are opened, you can't stop.
An Ci is like this now. He seems to be talking incoherently, but actually sounds quite organized.
She supported herself on the sink, stood up unsteadily, and looked at him with a dazed look, "Shen Mo, do you know what I'm most afraid of?"
Shen Mo's eyes were slightly red, and he stared at the person in front of him without blinking. His Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, "What?"
"What I fear most is... never seeing you again."
After she said the last word, all her strength seemed to be drained away, and she fell forward.
Shen Mo raised his hand to catch her, put his long arms around her waist, and held her tightly in his arms.
An indescribable sense of satisfaction filled his heart, as if he had obtained the whole world.
Before she said these words, he thought he was no longer the most important person in her heart. The phrase "the best in the world" he said when he was a child could not withstand the passage of time. Now it seems that everything was just his own worry.
In Zizi's heart, he is still very important.
Shen Mo's eyes were hot and moist. He raised his hand and touched the back of An Ci's head. His voice was a little hoarse, "Baby, I'm sorry. It's my fault. I was wrong."
The person in my arms didn't respond, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be asleep.
Shen Mo tightened his grip on her hand, tilted his head, and put his thin lips against the tip of her ear, "Baby."
A low, hoarse voice, full of restraint.
"I don't want to be just your brother anymore."
When he spoke, his warm breath sprayed on his ears, which was a little itchy. An Ci frowned and rubbed his shoulder with his face tilted.
Shen Mo watched her fall into deep sleep, a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes. He picked her up and put her in the bathtub to sit.
Then he turned around to get a towel, dipped it in water and wrung it dry, then came back to help her wipe her face and hands.
In her dream, An Ci felt that the bed she slept on today was particularly hard, even the pillow was hard.
She turned over habitually, and her limp body slid down the curve of the bathtub, and her tilted head hit the bathtub.
This collision made my already dizzy head even more dizzy.
When Shen Mo heard the noise, he turned around and saw her lying in the bathtub in a mess. He hurried over and pulled her out.
When she lowered her head, she saw a big bump on her forehead.
I haven't applied medicine to the bruise on my forehead that I got in the restaurant yet, and now I'm hurt even more.
Shen Mo was at a loss whether to laugh or cry, and carried her out of the bathroom.
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