All of Qiao Mohan's restlessness was soothed at this moment.
His evil and deep phoenix eyes were slightly raised as he looked at the two figures, one big and one small, sleeping soundly beside and on the bed.
There is an unprecedented peace in my heart.
Su Qing—
This woman, whom I had never paid attention to before last night.
Even after last night, he only considered it as 'medicine'.
But now, Qiao Mohan's eyebrows that were slanting into his temples were furrowed...
Perhaps, she is more than just a woman who can make herself happy in bed.
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The soft bed surface almost made Su Qing's body sink into it.
Su Qing felt very warm and comfortable, as if she was surrounded by many clouds.
From head to toe, every hair on her body seemed to be soaked in the warm sunshine. In an extremely relaxed state, her whole body was warm, and she even wanted to sigh out loud.
The palm of my right hand seemed to be holding something, and it felt soft and bouncy, like marshmallow.
Su Qing pinched it subconsciously in her sleep, and found that the marshmallow seemed to become plump and exuded warmth.
How can there be temperature
She suddenly opened her eyes, sat up in bed, and woke up with shock.
call…
Only then did Su Qing realize that she was supposed to be sitting on the chair beside the bed, but for some reason she had ended up on the bed.
She and Qiao Muer, who was sleeping soundly, lay side by side on the big bed, both wrapped in quilts. But even so, her right hand was still held by Qiao Muer's small hand.
Two people holding hands, as if they are inseparable.
Why am I in bed
Su Qing was secretly surprised and carefully pulled her hand out of Qiao Muer's soft little palm.
Because of this action, Qiao Muer wrinkled her nose and pouted her mouth in her sleep. Then she turned over to face Su Qing and hugged a cotton-like quilt.
It was like hugging a big doll, burying her little face deeply into it.
Su Qing's warm eyes paused slightly. She knew that children who lack a sense of security like to sleep while hugging something.
Just like herself.
She didn't have such a habit when she was a child. After her mother passed away and her stepmother came to live with her, she became like Qiao Muer and habitually liked to sleep hugging a quilt or pillow.
There was pity gathering in his eyes bit by bit. It seemed that even though this child was doted on by the Qiao family, he was still lonely in his heart.
Maybe it’s because of Qiao Mohan’s messy emotions
Or is it because she has been a child with only a father but no mother since she was young...
Su Qing couldn't help but use her hand to gently stroke Qiao Muer's peaceful and tranquil sleeping face.
When her silky black long hair was lifted up, Su Qing was surprised to see a small towel stuffed inside Qiao Muer's clothes on the back.
Did she put a towel on Qiao Muer's back before she went to bed
Su Qing doesn't remember, it seems that there is no—
She reached her hand in and touched the towel. It was a little wet. Afraid that the child would catch a cold, she quickly pulled it out.
He touched the clothes on Qiao Muer's back again to make sure they were dry before he covered her with the quilt with peace of mind.
Su Qing took the towel, got out of bed and walked out.
Just now she suspected that she was very sleepy and climbed into bed.
Now, she was sure that it must be the foreign man who had come.
I noticed that Qiao Muer's back was sweating when she slept, so I put a towel under her.
Then he put her on the bed.
Thinking of this, Su Qing opened the bedroom door—
This is a luxury suite in a hotel, with a study and living room connected to the bedroom.
Su Qing closed the door and was about to go to the living room, but the moment she closed the door, she saw a familiar figure. (To be continued)