Shen Mochen hurried home on his bicycle. The speed was not too fast at first, but within half a minute it was like lightning. The green belts and shops on the roadside were all backed up, and both vehicles and pedestrians were left behind. .

The whistling night wind passed through his body, blowing away his bangs and ruffling his collar, and he drove faster and faster.

Within five minutes, the bicycle was parked under an old unit.

This house is quite old. Under the shade of greenery, the gray glazed bricks on the walls are covered with oil and black stains. The outer skin of the blue iron door of the unit building has peeled off, revealing the rust inside.

However, although the community is old, it is very close to the city and is in a school district. The rent and house prices are not very cheap.

Shen Mochen put his hands on the handlebars, stepped on the pedals with one foot, and rested his feet on the ground, gasping for air. Driving all the way made his legs and feet a little weak. After he stopped, he sweated instantly, and his body was quickly soaked. Big beads of sweat dripped down his hair and cheeks.

"call……"

The sky was dark and starry. Shen Mochen rested for a moment, wiped the sweat off his face, breathed a long sigh of relief, locked his bicycle, straightened his clothes, and went upstairs quietly.

Opening the door, the house was dark, with only the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, and the dim light inside shining on the floor and walls through the glass door.

"I really like saving electricity..."

Shen Mochen muttered softly, if he had known that the other party was taking a shower, he would have just come up directly, or he would not have to ride so fast at all.

Pressing the switch at the door, the whole room suddenly lit up, and the clothes the other party had changed were scattered on the floor in front of him.

"Throw it around every day!"

Shen Mochen complained, but there was no dissatisfaction in his tone, and he picked up the clothes one by one skillfully.

Jeans, T-shirts, jackets, socks, bras, underwear... why is it white lace? How much do you love white lace?

Shen Mochen held the white lace underwear in his hands, suppressed the rant in his heart, threw all these clothes into the clothes basket in the corner, and then knocked on the bathroom door to remind the other party that he was home.

He took off his coat, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and started cooking. He was in a good mood, softly humming a recently popular tune.

Just as I was cutting the radish into pieces, I heard muffled footsteps behind me.

As soon as the silky berry flavor combined with the fresh and refreshing rose fragrance penetrated the nostrils, a girl immediately pressed against Shen Mochen's back, her hands hooked around his neck, and her chin rested on his shoulders.

"Xiao Chen, you're back -"

The girl had a smile on her face and a hint of laziness in her voice.

Shen Mochen's face was slightly red, and without looking back, he reached out and patted the girl away gently: "Put on your clothes and slippers, you are barefoot again!"

He had just broken out in a sweat, but the other person had just finished taking a shower. This was not the right time to be next to each other.

"I'm wearing clothes. How can anyone not wear clothes after taking a shower!"

The girl let go of Shen Mochen, raised her head, and was very dissatisfied with Shen Mochen's "unjust accusation".

Shen Mochen turned his head and glanced. He had just come out of the bathroom. His long hair was wet. A drop of water seeped out from the hair, sliding from his forehead to the tip of his nose in a perfect arc. There was a feeling of clear water coming out of hibiscus. Tempting.

However, although the girl claimed to be wearing clothes, it looked like she only had an ill-fitting white shirt on her body.

In fact, she was only wearing a white shirt.

"I asked you to put on your underwear too!"

Shen Mochen stretched out his hand to wipe the water droplets off the girl's face, turned his head and turned off the gas stove.

Her name is Yin Caiyu, the elder sister of the Yin family. She is only a month older than Shen Mochen, but she likes to play her sister's role very much. After her sister Yin Huailian passed away, she was Shen Mochen's only family member.

"Hey - are you shy?"

Yin Caiyu leaned over again with a smile, but this time he did not lean on Shen Mochen, but just stretched out his finger to poke his face.

Shen Mochen made a "cut" sound, gently opened the other party's hand, and quarreled with her: "Your flat chest is not worthy of my shyness!"

Yin Caiyu was furious, puffed up his chest and cursed: "Fart! Even though I have flat chest, I still have a C after all!"

Shen Mochen looked at the outline under the clothes, and couldn't help but feel a jump in his heart. He turned around and left the kitchen, saying, "Is it the confidence that the breast pads give you? You are obviously a B cup!"

He quickly dug out a set of underwear in the room and handed it to Yin Caiyu with a look of disgust: "Go, put on your clothes, don't catch a cold!"

"But this is not my favorite one!" Yin Caiyu picked up the aqua blue ordinary underwear and pouted, "So this is your personal preference? I remember that you didn't like the kind with hollows on both sides before..."

"If you don't like it, just go and change it yourself. It's in the cupboard, take it yourself!" Shen Mochen pushed the other party out of the kitchen and turned on the fire again, "Don't disturb me while I'm cooking. You've just finished taking a shower, so don't go into the kitchen because you're covered in oil fumes!" "

"Who are you? He's so cold. He was so cute when he was little, but the older he gets, the more rebellious he becomes..."

Yin Caiyu muttered but did not leave. He stood at the door of the kitchen and put on his underwear first, then reached into his shirt and buttoned up his bra.

"Okay!" she said.

Shen Mochen turned around and looked at her formally, and Yin Caiyu looked back at him with a smile on her face.

She has jade sword eyebrows, sassy flying eyes, starry eyes, and extraordinary heroic spirit. Although she is on the thin side, her long legs under her shirt are tight and powerful, like a cheetah ready to go, extremely graceful.

The two sisters of the Yin family don't look alike, but they are both extremely stunning beauties. In Shen Mochen's personal opinion, each of them has a beauty that can rival Ekaterina.

Wherever you stand, you will shine.

Shen Mochen raised the corners of his mouth and turned around to continue cooking: "Don't go barefoot."

Yin Caiyu took out a bottle of yogurt from the refrigerator, unscrewed the cap, shook his head and said plausibly: "You keep the house so clean every day, and if I still wear slippers, don't you trust the fruits of your labor?"

"You're just lazy!" Shen Mochen exposed her.

"Tch, if it weren't for taking care of you, an adolescent boy, I wouldn't even want to wear clothes!"

Yin Caiyu licked the yogurt on the bottle cap and glanced sideways at Shen Mochen.

"Then I still want to thank you!"

"You're welcome, who made me your sister? Hey, a eldest sister is like a mother——"

Shen Mochen curled his lips: "Can the eldest sister wash her clothes soon?"

Yin Caiyu immediately put down the bottle and covered his ears, acting like a scoundrel: "Ah ah ah, what are you talking about? I can't hear you! I can't hear you!"

Shen Mochen smiled and passed.

The other party has always been so lazy and unruly, throwing things everywhere. Over the years, Shen Mochen and Yin Huailian have been following her to clean up things.

She claimed that she liked the feeling of being unrestrained, and would dress coolly when the weather was warm. When she was a child, she would always wear underwear and hang out in front of Shen Mochen at home. She also liked to sleep naked when sleeping, which was completely different from her younger sister Yin Huailian's personality.

Yin Huailian is a quiet and reserved person. When they first met, she shyly pulled the curtains tightly, not wanting any light to leak in. Then she lay nervously on the bed and covered her red little head with a pillow. His face and legs twisted slightly uneasily.

If it were Yin Caiyu, he would probably just push Shen Mochen on the bed and pull off his pants, with his face even more excited than the boys!

"Don't drink milk on an empty stomach. Your meal will be ready soon. And you won't grow bigger if you drink it again."

Glancing at the yogurt in Yin Caiyu's hand, Shen Mochen reminded him in a friendly manner.

"Leave me alone!"
Chapter completed!