Chapter 68 I Estimated
Huo Min glanced at Mu Yuan, whose limbs were stiff.
He said calmly: "Mom, Yuanyuan and I will live separately."
Mu Yuan looked at him in surprise.
Zhao Keqiong was also puzzled: "Why?"
His handsome face was cold and indifferent, without a trace of other intentions: "I'm afraid I'll accidentally touch her injured eyes in the middle of the night."
"That's right. Once you're sound asleep, you might not even remember raising your hand."
Mu Yuan looked at Huo Min in shock.
She thought he would take advantage of the opportunity...
Instead, it seemed that she was using the heart of a villain to judge a gentleman.
"Yuanyuan." Zhao Keqiong spoke.
Mu Yuan quickly looked away from her.
Zhao Keqiong: "Then you will sleep alone tonight, and Ah Min will sleep in the guest room."
Mu Yuan pursed her lips and nodded obediently: "Okay."
She glanced at Huo Min again. His dark eyes were lowered, his expression was indifferent, and it was unclear what he was thinking.
Room.
Mu Yuan had just stepped into the house.
Huo Min came in right after.
Mu Yuan turned around when she heard the voice and saw the logo bag of a women's underwear brand in his hand.
The next second, the bag was handed over.
Huo Min looked at her calmly: "I just bought it when I passed by. Do you think it suits you?"
Mu Yuan took it with doubt.
When she lowered her head, her eyes were burned by the light green lace bra. She quickly closed the bag and looked at him in shock.
Huo Min felt a little embarrassed when she looked at him, his eyes wandering. "Well, if it doesn't fit, just wear it. I'll take you back to get it tomorrow."
"You...you bought it yourself?"
Mu Yuan felt it was an eyesore when she thought of the scene where Huo Min, a tall and strong man, appeared in rows of bras.
"Um."
Mu Yuan instinctively wanted to ask him how he chose the size, but the question was too hot to ask, so she couldn't.
Instead, Huo Min himself mentioned: "I estimated the size."
Mu Yuan paused.
Estimate? How?
Perhaps the doubt in her eyes was too obvious.
Huo Min's dark gaze quickly swept across her chest, his Adam's apple rolling heavily. "It's just an eyeball estimate, so it may not be accurate."
In an instant, the world was quiet.
Mu Yuan felt like there was a ball of fire on her face, burning her ears, nose and throat dry.
The fire also burned his earlobes, glowing a red color that could drip blood.
“Knock knock.”
The servant who came to deliver the quilt broke the deadlock: "Master, Madam, I came in to change the quilt."
Mu Yuan almost immediately put the bag on her back and forced a smile: "Thank you for your help."
The servant smiled and said, "Young Madam, you are too polite."
The servant didn't notice the strange atmosphere between them and bent down to change the quilt without distraction.
Huo Min's jaw was tautly straight, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at her.
Coincidentally, Kazuya bumped into her when she was glancing sideways.
The moment our eyes met, an electric current seemed to spread from our eyes to our whole bodies.
They both looked away in unison.
Huo Min suppressed the emotions surging in his chest and pointed to the closet with an unsteady breath: "I...get pajamas."
Mu Yuan, who was standing next to the wardrobe, quickly stepped back, her eyelashes drooping, not daring to raise her eyes: "You take it."
I don't know which set of pajamas he took.
She took a long time to choose, long enough for the maid to change the quilt. She held the thin quilt and said, "It's done. I'll be out first."
Mu Yuan smiled gratefully: "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
As soon as the servant left.
The atmosphere in the room instantly became hot and sticky again.
It was so tense and anxious that even the dropping of a needle would cause a shock.
Huo Min, who had just chosen his pajamas, finally closed the wardrobe door.
He turned around.
Mu Yuan only then realized that he was holding two sets of pajamas in his hands.
She thought he was just picking up something to wear tomorrow.
As a result, I just finished thinking about the next moment.
The dark blue set in his right hand was handed to him.
Mu Yuan frowned slightly and looked at him: "?"
Huo Min stared at her with his dark eyes and whispered, "Sorry, I forgot to pick out pajamas for you. Wear these for now."
Mu Yuan looked at the pajamas, her heart in turmoil: "No... no need."
Huo Min frowned when he heard this, and his Adam's apple rolled several times: "You, you don't wear pajamas?"
She wasn't wearing pajamas...sleeping in his bed?
Huo Min's eyes immediately became mysterious and unpredictable.
Mu Yuan's face flushed: "What are you thinking! How could I not wear it!"
A complex emotion flashed across Huo Min's eyes, seeming to be relieved yet disappointed.
Mu Yuan blinked her eyelashes and whispered, "I'm borrowing from mom. I don't want to wear yours."
I bought underwear, but not pajamas.
If she couldn't see what he was thinking, she would be a fool.
But people like him are so silent that it is hard to guard against them.
Huo Min hesitated for a few seconds and then tried to probe: "This set is new and has never been worn. If you borrow it from Mom, I'm afraid she will have some crazy thoughts."
But Mu Yuan insisted: "It's just pajamas, why would Mom have such wild thoughts?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't help but add: "It's you who's thinking too much."
"I……"
He didn't have time to explain.
Mu Yuan pushed him out of the door forcefully.
Before being shut out, he was given a stab in the eye.
Huo Min looked at the closed door for a long while, then lowered his head helplessly, but the corners of his mouth were raised.
Mu Yuan leaned his back against the door, his heart pounding.
The fair face was filled with blush.
She bit her lips so hard that they turned a moist, deep red, and the coldness on her facial features was covered by a lively shyness.
Why didn't she realize before that he was so cunning!
Silently, but gives you a scare.
His eyes swept over the packaging bag she had just placed on the table, and he walked forward with shame.
It’s not that she is backward in thinking.
But when I think about the fact that Huo Min picked these bras and panties himself, I feel… I can’t express my feelings in words.
She just lifted her bra.
Then I discovered there was a jar of lavender-scented aromatherapy and a small card hidden underneath.
Her almond-shaped eyes paused as she picked up one end of the card and saw the powerful, elegant handwriting that perfectly matched his personality: [Lavender helps you sleep, wishing you sweet dreams.]
Mu Yuan turned her eyes to the aromatherapy, picked it up, unscrewed the lid and put it in front of her nose.
A gentle sniff brings out the peaceful and calming scent of lavender.
Her eyes sparkled and her pink lips slowly curved up.
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Smelling the fragrance of lavender, Mu Yuan slept comfortably for a night and went downstairs feeling refreshed the next day.
Huo Min was sitting in the restaurant, holding the handle of his cup and sipping his coffee.
I caught a glimpse of her and put the quilt back on the tray.
His eyebrows and eyes were as gentle as water, and he took the initiative: "Good morning."
Mu Yuan's almond-shaped eyes flickered as she said in a clear voice, "Good morning."
She pulled out a chair opposite him and sat down.
As soon as I sat down, I heard him ask softly, "Did you sleep well last night?"
Mu Yuan didn't look at him. She reached for the toast and replied softly, "Yeah."
The toast slices were stuck together, and she was just about to reach out with her other hand to break them apart.
His slender and well-proportioned fingers were faster and pressed the connected piece below for her.
Mu Yuan had to raise her eyes to look at his face which was tinged with a faint smile and as gentle as the spring morning.
Just one glance and my heart starts beating faster unconsciously.
She quickly lowered her eyelashes to hide her unstable mood: "Thank you."
"That's good." He said in a magnetic voice, "I'm afraid you'll be too picky about your bed."
Mu Yuan's eyes were about to stare holes into the toast, and he muttered: "I don't admit it, I'm not that delicate."
"It's okay to be squeamish."
Her heart suddenly ached.
I couldn't help but raise my almond eyes again.
Their eyes met for a moment, stirring up waves, and the deep sorrow surged in each other's eyes.
No one found it, no one touched it.
Only the two of them sank.
His voice was hoarse: "I'm used to it."
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