Chapter 1072 Restoring Memory, Sisters Recognize Each Other (22)

Rong Mo and Da Shan helped Shang Mo to his room together.

"Rong Shao, please get a towel." Da Shan said as he helped Shang Mo take off his shoes.

Rong Mo went into the bathroom, wet the towel with hot water, and wanted to pass the towel to Dashan, so that Dashan could wipe Shang Mo's face.

In the end, Dashan didn't answer, and even backed away, Rong Mo frowned, asking her to wipe it off: "..."

She was stunned for a moment, and had no choice but to help Shang Mo wipe his face with a towel.

Shang Mo really drank too much, and had a terrible headache, especially at his temples, as if being stabbed by some sharp object, he took the hot towel from Rong Mo's hand, picked it up and covered his face.

It's more comfortable when it's warm.

After a while, he closed his eyes, took the towel away, and handed it to Rong Mo: "It's cold."

Rong Mo reached out to take the towel, washed it again with hot water, unscrewed it, and took it out to Shang Mo.

Shang Mo covered his face with the towel again, and after feeling comfortable, he became a little more awake. He opened his eyes, and the evil in his eyes locked on Rong Mo's face.

Rong Mo inexplicably felt that such Shangmo was like a poisonous poppy.

It never occurred to me that there would be such a big difference between whether a person wears glasses or not.

Shang Mo's thin white fingers covered his temples, kneaded them gently, then frowned slightly, looking at Rong Mo who was sitting by the bed.

It seems that he wants Rong Mo to press him for him.

But Rong Mo has been sitting quietly without moving.

His complexion was a bit unsightly, he raised his eyes slightly, looked at Da Shan standing beside him, his eyes turned cold, Da Shan froze for a moment, looked at Shang Mo in a little startled, then at Rong Mo, then silently backed out.

Shang Mo closed his eyes, leaned on the bed, and handed the towel to Rong Mo casually.

It was only when Rong Mo got up that he realized that Da Shan had gone out. She was stunned for a moment, and then came back warming up with a towel.

Covering his face with the towel again, Shang Mo turned around and lay directly on Rong Mo's lap.

Rong Mo's clear face was full of astonishment, his slightly opened eyes were blank, dazed: "..."

What does it mean?

How could he lie on her lap.

Rong Mo's body was uncontrollable, and he became stiff step by step. It was the first time in his memory that he was so intimate with a man, and his heart beat uncontrollably.

"Headache!" Shang Mo frowned, and ordered in a cold voice: "Press."

Rong Mo groaned in his heart.

The drunk Shang Mo looked like a child inexplicably.

She was a little speechless and helpless, so she put her hand on his temple and pressed it lightly.

Moderate strength, slowly rubbing and pressing, extremely comfortable, Shang Mo's frowning brows were slowly relaxed, his head is no longer hurting now, and he feels very comfortable in his heart, a seductive smile is drawn at the corner of his mouth under the towel.

"Mr. Shang, don't drink so much in the future, grandma will be very worried if she finds out." Rong Mo didn't want the atmosphere to be too stiff, so he casually said that it was also Grandma Shang.

"Um."

She didn't expect to be able to respond, she didn't expect Shang Mo to respond lightly, Rong Mo was surprised for a moment.

"You like Qianxun." Suddenly, Shang Mo asked.

The kneading and pressing movements of Rong Mo's hands subconsciously stopped. She looked at Shang Mo in surprise and asked, "Why do you say that?"

How could she fall in love with Chihiro, she and Chihiro are both women.

Shang Mo didn't make another sound, his face was covered with a towel, and he couldn't tell what his expression was or what he was thinking.