Su Qing and Qiao Mohan had sex again.
He placed her on the big bed like a treasure, occupying her again and again, caressing her again and again.
But this time, it was different from the madness and intensity of last night.
This time, his movements were gentle and careful, and he used an unprecedented cherishment and devotion to soothe her heart that had been deeply hurt by him.
He loved her, cherished her, and wanted to spend his entire life to heal the pain he had brought her.
The room was filled with springtime and tenderness. Su Qing and Qiao Mohan were completely honest with each other, letting go of all their grudges and hugging each other.
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When Su Qing woke up again, she smelled the aroma of food.
The bedroom curtains, which were originally dark, were all drawn open.
The man she loved most was coming out of the bathroom in a bathrobe.
Su Qing's eyes were involuntarily attracted to Qiao Mohan.
Even without focus, the deep and calm phoenix eyes are still deep enough to easily attract women's attention.
Those broad and powerful shoulders, the firm and graceful chest, the slender waist and the long legs - they were simply a sculpture carefully crafted by the Creator.
Su Qing couldn't help but lift the quilt, walked over, opened her arms and threw herself into the man's arms.
"Awake?" Qiao Mohan tilted his head and listened attentively to Su Qing's movements.
Su Qing buried her face in Qiao Mohan's broad chest, which was still filled with mist, and said, "Yeah."
She groaned and couldn't help but arch her back in his arms.
At this moment, Su Qing felt a little sour in her nose, and felt that happiness came too suddenly.
She had already prepared for the "Eight-Year War of Resistance" and was ready to engage in a tug-of-war with Qiao Mohan.
But I didn't expect that Qiao Mohan would compromise so easily.
In fact, Su Qing didn’t know that in Qiao Mohan’s dark inner world, he had been waiting for redemption.
However, he was not sure and did not dare to believe that Su Qing would forgive him and be willing to redeem him.
If there is anything in this world that can help Qiao Mohan walk out of the desolate ruins of his soul, it is only one person, only one person - that is Su Qing.
"He Zhang has brought in the afternoon tea... You haven't eaten for a day, are you hungry?"
Qiao Mohan naturally picked up Su Qing and held her in his arms.
After he recovered what he had lost, he shed all his coldness and indifference.
I just want to hold Su Qing in my hands, hold her in my arms forever, pamper her, and love her.
When Su Qing heard Qiao Mohan mention afternoon tea, her face turned red.
They... have no restraint.
What afternoon tea? It was more like dinner. They actually wasted the whole day in the bedroom.
Thinking of what He Zhang said in the morning, Qiao Mohan locked himself up and refused to eat or drink. Su Qing quickly said, "Well, I'm hungry... Shall we go over and eat?"
She was afraid that Qiao Mohan would refuse.
Unexpectedly, the man did not show any resistance. Instead, he picked her up and walked towards the sofa with ease.
Su Qing was startled. Qiao Mohan's eyesight was impaired and he was holding her, so it was easy for him to fall.
But she didn't dare to say anything, because that would hurt Qiao Mohan's self-esteem.
I could only let him pick me up, stay in his arms obediently, and try not to affect him.
What surprised Su Qing was that even though Qiao Mohan's eyesight was impaired and he couldn't see normally, he could still avoid obstacles.
He knew the furnishings in this room very well.
Qiao Mohan easily brought Su Qing to the low table, put her on the sofa, and sat down beside her.
There was a sumptuous meal on the coffee table, and it seemed that He Zhang knew that they were starving.
It is called afternoon tea, but in fact it is a feast combining Chinese and Western elements.
Su Qing swallowed quietly, she was so hungry...
She immediately added another bowl of porridge for Qiao Mohan according to his preference.
Put the bowl and spoon in his hands so he can eat.
"Hey me..." Suddenly, the man sitting next to him spoke in a low voice.
There is another chapter between midnight and midnight (to be continued)