Mo Tingshen suddenly halted, his whole body stiffened, but he quickly reverted to normal.
Calmly, he wiped her down through the blanket.
"Roll over."
"Oh."
Chu Yao shifted to her side, then sharply inhaled and refused to move further, extending both hands towards him, "Brother, help me out."
Mo Tingshen had just dipped the towel in hot water and hadn't picked it up yet when he glanced at her from the corner of his eye. The light filtering through the slightly ajar door highlighted her mischievous expression.
This time he didn't say anything, just cradled her and turned her body over.
Chu Yao lay there, hands crossed and placed under her head, as she lay face down, her face turned towards him.
Even Monk Tang wasn't as composed as him when he was tempted.
"Brother."
Chu Yao softly called out, and Mo Tingshen looked up, his deep eyes fixed on her, lips slightly pursed, silent.
He seemed to be running out of patience.
Chu Yao smiled but said nothing.
