Mu Nuannuan ate a little too much at night, and now she vomited violently, so the taste didn't taste good.
She couldn't smell it herself, but Mu Tingxiao felt it clearly.
He just frowned slightly, and after she finished vomiting, he wiped her with a tissue, then dug out a bottle of water in the car and handed it to her.
"Get out of the car." Mu Tingxiao's voice had calmed down.
He opened the car door and got out of the car, taking off his coat and sweater that were stained with Mu Nuannuan's vomit, leaving only a thin shirt.
But Nuan Nuan didn't get anything on her body.
When she got out of the car, the cold wind blew over her, making her whole body feel refreshed.
Turning to look at Mu Tingxiao, who was only wearing a thin shirt, she couldn't help but ask: "Is it cold?"
When she looked at Mu Tingxiao, Mu Tingxiao also turned to look at her.
She had just vomited once, her eyes were wet, her eye frames were slightly red, and she looked at him with a pale face and pursed lips, which was extremely pitiful.
So when the phrase "What do you think" came to my lips, it turned into: "It's not cold."
Mu Nuannuan was ready to accept Mu Tingxiao's venomous tongue, and then replied "I deserve it", but in the end he said it was not cold.
Master Mu Da is indeed not an ordinary person. The temperature is almost below zero, and he is not cold even wearing a thin shirt.
Mu Tingxiao's "not cold" was not just talk. Mu Nuannuan was shivering in the cold wind, but Mu Tingxiao didn't react at all.
…
The car was dirty, so Mu Nuannuan took a taxi back with Mu Tingxiao.
As for Mu Tingxiao's car, leave it to the bodyguard to drive back.
After returning home, Mu Tingxiao went to the study to take a shower, and Mu Nuannuan went back to the bedroom to take a shower.
When Mu Nuannuan came out of the bathroom, she found that Mu Tingxiao was already sitting on the single sofa in front of the window in his nightgown.
The big lights in the room were not turned on, and a dim floor lamp was lit beside him. The halo enveloped him, making him look a little gentler.
But no one knows better than Mu Nuannuan.
In Mu Tingxiao, all tenderness is an illusion.
Mu Nuannuan walked towards him and prepared to sit down next to him.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she walked over, Mu Tingxiao pulled her into his arms.
He handed the red wine he had taken a sip to Mu Nuannuan's lips: "Take a sip."
Mu Nuannuan frowned and pushed away: "I don't want to drink." After washing, he didn't want to eat or drink.
Mu Tingxiao didn't force her, he just took a sip and pressed it to her lips.
He hooked her lips and poured the red wine from his mouth into her mouth.
Mu Nuannuan was caught off guard by him taking a sip of wine and almost choked.
Mu Tingxiao reached out and stroked her long hair, his movements gentle and comforting.
After Mu Nuannuan recovered, she gave Mu Tingxiao a moderate blow on the chest.
Mu Tingxiao stretched out his hand to wrap her little fist, lowered his eyelids slightly to cover the emotions under his eyes, and said in an indifferent voice: "Is he the reason why you got rid of the bodyguard?"
His lackluster words made Mu Nuannuan puzzled for a moment before she realized what he was talking about.
"What do you mean?" Did he mean that she ditched her bodyguard just to meet Shen Chuhan
Mu Tingxiao raised his eyes and looked at her deeply: "You want to leave me."
"What are you talking about!" Mu Nuannuan's heart was agitated and she frowned: "I don't understand what you are talking about."
"If you don't take wedding photos, you don't want to marry me." When Mu Tingxiao spoke, the expression on his face remained unchanged, but Mu Nuannuan was very keen to hear a trace of nervousness.
"I explained to you before, I was... meeting..."
Mu Tingxiao didn't want to hear her explanation at all. He knew exactly what Mu Nuannuan was thinking.
He hooked Mu Nuannuan's waist with one hand, and the wine glass in the other hand fell to the ground. The floor was covered with blankets. The wine glass was not broken, but the unfinished wine soaked into the carpet.
Mu Tingxiao held Mu Nuannuan's waist and legs as she sat on him, stood up and carried her to the bed, and they rolled onto the bed together.
Mu Nuannuan felt a little uncomfortable.
The moment he was about to enter, Mu Nuannuan suddenly stopped him and asked breathlessly: "Are you divorced from Mu Wanqi?"
"Yeah." Mu Tingxiao responded with a heavy breath, with beads of sweat hanging on his forehead, and was about to rush in.
Unexpectedly, Mu Nuannuan stopped him again: "You're not wearing it...ah!"
Her next words were shattered by his arrogance.
She raised her slender, snow-white neck, opened her lips slightly and moaned softly.
Mu Tingxiao leaned over and left a series of wet pink marks on her snow-white neck, which were lustful and cute.
Her waist was thin and soft, which always gave Mu Tingxiao the illusion that it would break if he pinched it. The violent factor in his heart always stirred up at such times, making him want to just pinch her waist and let her Crying and begging for mercy...
Mu Nuannuan was still worried about Mu Tingxiao not wearing a condom.
Mu Tingxiao was hit so hard that Mu Nuannuan could only say a few words intermittently: "You... don't be... inside... the first two times... ah..."
At this time, he didn't want to hear her talking about this.
He deliberately found her sensitive spots and tortured her slowly. When she couldn't bear it anymore, he found the right spot and hit her hard...
Vaguely, Mu Nuannuan remembered that Mu Tingxiao had been involved in it a few times recently.
They are not in a position to have children now.
She thought about this drowsily, and finally fell into a deep sleep.
Mu Tingxiao got out of bed and took a warm wet towel to wipe Mu Nuannuan's body.
He lowered his eyes, moved softly and slowly, and was as focused as an artist dealing with precious and rare works of art.
After wiping Mu Nuannuan's body, he pushed aside the sweaty bangs from her forehead and kissed her forehead gently. His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "I only have you."
Mu Nuannuan vaguely seemed to hear someone speaking in her ear. She raised her heavy eyelids. The outline of the person in front of her was blurry, but she also knew it was Mu Tingxiao.
She was so sleepy that she raised her hand with great effort, and the next moment she felt her hand being held by a more generous and warm palm. She felt at ease in her heart, closed her eyes and fell asleep again.
Mu Tingxiao sat on the edge of the bed, stared at her for a long time, and put her hand back under the quilt.
…
The next day.
When Mu Nuannuan woke up, the seat next to her was already empty.
She stretched out her hand to explore, but there was no temperature, which proved that Mu Tingxiao had been up for a while.
She sat up with her sore body, leaning against the head of the bed and counting her own safety period with her eyes closed.
It seems that the calculation is not accurate, so the only option is to take medicine.
She hasn't thought about the child yet.
In addition to her current unstable relationship with Mu Tingxiao, she still has a lot of things to do.
She is only twenty-two years old and her life has just begun. She does not have a good mother, and she may be an unqualified daughter herself.
Even if she has a child now, she doesn't know how to take care of him.