"It looks quite soft."

Jiang Ke raised his finger, pressed it against the flying menu, tapped it lightly, and raised his eyebrows frivolously: "Do you want to try it?"

After their eyes met for a few seconds, Mo Qing smiled, didn't take it seriously, and leaned back.

Suddenly, there was a "stab--" and the sound of the chair scraping against the ground was sudden and harsh. Mo Qing raised his eyes slightly and saw Jiang Ke standing up, and then a shadow fell.

The light poured down, casting a layer of cold white.

Slender fingers pressed against Mo Qing's chin. Jiang Ke suddenly bent down, and a shallow shadow covered Mo Qing's face.

The air suddenly seemed to freeze, and the two people's eyes met, their eyes intertwined.

Jiang Ke's eyes went down, sliding over her delicate upturned nose, and stopped on her red lips. They were thin and moist, and the corners of her lips were lightly raised, delicate and seductive.

He paused, and somehow his mind was moved.

So, he leaned down and kissed her lips.

Soft as sugar, with a hint of coolness, like mint, like the first snow.

At that moment, Jiang Ke seemed to see a rose blooming in the snow. It was cold and thorny, but it made people linger. The softness on his lips, accompanied by a very slight shiver, bloomed in his mind.

Mo Qing froze, and a look of astonishment flashed across his eyes.

His breath was warm, with a refreshing smell of cedar, without any smell of tobacco. The fingers that gently pinched her chin rubbed it, rubbing against her skin, as if brushing against the tip of her heart, itching.

There were footsteps outside the door.

Jiang Ke's eyes moved slightly, then he suddenly pulled away, stood up, and let go of her at the same time.

"Are you satisfied?" Jiang Ke lowered his head slightly, his eyes sharp.

He raised his hand and unbuttoned his collar.

Mo Qing raised his eyelids.

At this moment, the waiter knocked on the door. Jiang Ke frowned slightly and saw the waiter come in. He grabbed his hand on the table and handed the menu to the waiter. When the waiter left, he glanced at Mo Qing and returned calmly.

Own seat.

He looked calm, lowered his eyes slightly, and began to untie the precious cuffs.

Mo Qing supported her chin with one hand and her eyes rested on him. She licked her lower lip and said with a smile, "It's quite soft."

Jiang Ke: "..."

Aren't you an old antique? You are so shameless.

"But not very satisfied."

Mo Qing was still smiling, but it was a bit teasing.

Jiang Ke's movements froze, and after a moment, he just pretended not to hear, rolled up his sleeves, tilted his head, and looked toward the window.

However, beneath the seemingly calm appearance, there was a hint of crimson at the base of his ears.

Mo Qing was thoughtful.

Quite innocent.

Looking at a man who has experienced hundreds of battles, haven’t we talked about it before?

*

After the meal, Jiang Ke and Mo Qing didn't communicate much.

Mainly because Jiang Ke didn't say much.

The signature dishes in the store are all good, the taste is light, but they are all suitable for Mo Qing's appetite.

After finishing the meal absent-mindedly, Jiang Ke put down his chopsticks, turned his head and looked at Mo Qing for a moment, and finally took the initiative to speak: "Is reconciliation okay?"

"Okay," Mo Qing poured himself a cup of hot tea, took a sip slowly, and looked at him sideways, "Put on that outfit and come around in front of me."

That one.

Jiang Ke knew what she was referring to.

Thinking of the snowman again, Jiang Ke was so angry that he stood up, grabbed his coat and walked out.

Leaning forward, Mo Qing put his elbow on the back of the chair and called him: "Hey, wait a minute."

Jiang Ke paused in his steps.

Mo Qing smiled: "Just kidding."

"..."

Jiang Ke turned sideways, caught the amusement and amusement flashing in Mo Qing's eyes, and pursed his lips.

Mo Qing said: "Young master, you can't take a joke."

"I'm not a young master." Jiang Ke felt a little disgusted for no reason. His expression condensed and he emphasized, "My name is Jiang Ke."

"Okay." Mo Qing put down the tea cup, stood up, came to Jiang Ke, and stretched out his hand to him, "Jiang Ke, please make peace."

Make peace.

We're leaving anyway, so don't cause any trouble.

Mo Qing is open-minded by nature and likes to make friends. She has always been generous to people she likes. Not counting this face, Jiang Ke also falls into the category of people she likes.

Jiang Ke's eyes fell on her hands.

The slender fingers were beautiful in shape, with cold white skin that seemed to be shining. She raised her hand casually, her fingers naturally bent.

Let people...

I unconsciously want to hold it.

So, Jiang Kezhen raised his hand and held it. It was soft, thin, and cold.

After a few seconds, his Adam's apple rolled twice and let go of her.

Mo Tingting didn't notice anything unusual, so he picked up her school uniform jacket hanging on the back of the chair, put it on his shoulders, and raised his eyebrows at Jiang Ke: "Let's go."

Jiang Ke glanced at her coat and suddenly asked, "Are you going shopping?"

"Huh?" Mo Qing was a little confused by his sudden question.

Jiang Ke said: "You don't have many clothes."

When she was in school, Mo Qing always wore school uniforms, including summer, autumn and winter. The rest were the ones Huos took her to buy last time, some thick and thin, not much, but enough to wear.

However, now that Mo Qing doesn't wear school uniform, it's not enough.

"Oh." Mo Qing said without much hesitation, "Okay."

Jiang Ke was more heroic than Huos. As soon as he left the hotel, he took Mo Qing to the largest shopping mall in the city. Mo Qing could pick whatever he wanted.

However, when Huos paid for Mo Qing before, others only regarded Huos as Mo Qing's elder. This time, others' opinions were different.

Mo Qing was selecting in front of a row of clothes, but it did not prevent her from "eavesdropping".

After a while, Mo Qing said to Jiang Ke who was standing aside: "They say you are a pervert."

"What?" Jiang Ke was confused.

Mo Qing looked at the shopping guides who were some distance away: "If you support students, you will be punished by God."

Mo Qing was still wearing his school uniform and was standing with Jiang Ke. He didn't look like an elder or a junior, which easily aroused people's imagination.

"..."

The corner of Jiang Ke's mouth twitched very slightly.

But he didn't care to express his feelings, but asked suspiciously: "Can you hear it?"

"able."

Mo Qing lowered his head, opened one coat after another with his fingers, and picked out a brown windbreaker.

She gestured casually in front of her and asked Jiang Ke, "How is it?"

Jiang Ke glanced at it and said perfunctorily: "Okay."

He was still thinking about Mo Qing's unusual hearing.

Mo Qing was not satisfied with his answer. Mo Qing raised his eyebrows and raised his finger at him.

Jiang Ke walked closer.

Suddenly, Mo Qing stretched his hand forward, grabbed one side of Jiang Ke's coat, and pulled forward with a little force. Jiang Ke took another step forward, almost touching him.

Her fingers hooked up his collar, all the way up, and Mo Qing raised her elbow and put it on his shoulder.

"only,"

Mo Qing paused for a moment and spoke in a very light tone, as if he had a hook holding his soul.

She placed her fingers on his Adam's apple, paused, and said in a soft voice, "Okay?"

Jiang Ke's Adam's apple rose and fell, and her fingers slid along with it. The fingertips were obviously cold, but they set off a ball of flame, which spread from top to bottom and burned her whole body.

Jiang Ke didn't move. He tilted his head towards her and said in a calm tone: "Listen to what they say again."

Mo Qing listened carefully.

The content has indeed changed, from scolding Jiang Ke for causing harm to others to calling her shameless.

Mo Qing tilted his head and looked at them calmly, his eyes were cold and piercing. Those people found out and muttered "she seems to have heard", "how did she hear" and "gone away", and then dispersed one after another.

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To be continued...