In the ink Garden, mo Qiu was lying on the bed, silently looking at the ceiling.
He sat up abruptly and walked outside. It was night time, and no one was going out.
Who knew that mo Yancheng would return just as he was about to leave?
"Chen, Chen ... Brother!" Mo Qiu stuttered and forgot to cover his mouth.
Mo Yancheng was walking inside when he heard mo Qiu's voice. He looked towards the source of the voice and saw mo Qiu standing a hundred meters away from him, especially his lips.
Mo Yancheng was stunned, but he still walked over quietly.
"What's going on?"
Mo Qiu turned his body slightly to avoid his gaze.
"It's nothing, just an accident. "
"Yes, rest early." He said.
"Brother Yan, you should also sleep early." As mo Qiu said this, he broke into a run and ran out. He felt that he would not dare to see these brothers again in the near future.
It was the beginning of autumn! The weather was slightly cold.
