Great God, don't make candy easily!

Chapter 107 Your face is red
The tip of her nose was filled with the man's clean and refreshing breath, and her whole body was a little warm. At that moment, Xia Bairuo had the illusion of being trapped by Han Mochen, and her brain buzzed, and there was a brief blank.

Under her fingertips, through the thin material of Xia Yi, she could even feel his body temperature.

Her cheeks gradually grew hot, and Xia Bairuo unconsciously raised her eyes to look at Han Mochen.

He was looking at her with his head slightly lowered, and the light of the setting sun shone in through the bay window in the corridor, passing over the ends of his hair and casting into his gentle blue eyes.

Plop plop.

With her fingers trembling, Xia Bairuo quickly lowered her eyes and reported the number with a red face.

Then, he quickly let go of his hand and took a half step back.

"Your face is very red." Han Mochen spoke in front of him, with a slight smile in his tone.

……Hate!
Xia Bairuo pursed her lips, turned her face away, "Measure your waist too."

"Yeah." Han Mochen curled his lips.

"Look so tall, did the imperialists feed you growth hormone?" Obviously when he was young, he was not so tall and strong!

At that moment, she clearly recognized a fact.

That is, her sweetheart is already a real man!
Blushing, he stretched out his hand and wrapped the tape measure around Han Mochen's waist. Xia Bairuo didn't dare to linger any longer this time. Almost as soon as he confirmed the number, he released his hand and stepped away.

Only this time...

"You, when did you come?" Turning around slightly, Xia Bairuo caught a glimpse of An Yuheng standing less than two meters behind him.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, his eyes briefly passed over her body, and finally settled on Han Mochen's upright and undisguised gaze. An Yuheng pushed up his glasses.

"Start with you pressed against his chest."

Xia Bairuo: "..." She wasn't pressed against Han Mochen's chest!
"Since you're here, just wait nearby. I'll have to measure you later." She said, pretending to be serious and stepped forward.

But the next second, the half-stretched hand stopped in the air.

Hip circumference...how to measure?
Bending over?Squat down?No matter what, the posture doesn’t seem to be healthy!

The temperature on his cheeks rose sharply again. Xia Bairuo raised his hand, handed over the measuring tape and looked away, "Measure the rest yourself."

"He measures it himself." Han Mo sinks and takes the measuring tape.

ha?Xia Bairuo was puzzled.

"No need to measure, I'll just give you the number." After finishing his words, An Yuheng came over and quickly gave the three numbers.

Only now did Xia Bairuo realize the meaning of their words.

It’s best if you don’t need to measure!The close contact with Han Mochen just now still left her with lingering fears.

Taking out her mobile phone, Xia Bairuo quickly wrote down the three numbers on the note.

While she was doing this, An Yuheng had already turned around and entered the training room.

"Han Mochen, what's left of you..." Turning around, Xia Bairuo almost ran into a shadow.

...When did he stand behind her? !
With his hands in his pockets, Han Mochen looked calm, only raised his eyebrows and counted.

"What, since you know it yourself, you still asked me to measure it just now..." Xia Bairuo glanced at him with a hint of sadness.

"You took the initiative."

Xia Bairuo: "..." That's great, just pretend she didn't say anything!

She stuck out her tongue, turned around, and recorded it in the note again.

Behind her, Han Mochen curled his lips and silently wrote down three numbers in his heart.

"82-61-86."

(End of this chapter)