Qiao Muer knew that Yue Zheng had no good intentions.
When they arrived, Yue Zheng's luggage had already been delivered.
The two of them didn't have time to have dinner. They had just brought Yue Zheng into the guest room and asked him to put his things away when Qiao Muer was held by Yue Zheng and fell on the newly made big bed.
Yue Zheng pressed her down and said in a hoarse voice: "This bed... has good elasticity."
As he spoke, he rested his elbows on her shoulders and pressed down.
Looking into Qiao Muer's eyes, the dark blue seemed even deeper and hotter.
In fact, when Qiao Muer agreed to let Yue Zheng move into the apartment, she had already guessed that their relationship would not just be limited to kissing and holding hands.
She could clearly feel that there was something in Yue Zheng's eyes when he looked at her.
only-
"You said you were just moving in and wouldn't do anything to me." Qiao Muer raised her hands and pressed them against the man's hard chest, staring at him with her watery almond eyes. The slightly raised blush at the corners of her eyes made him want to eat her up even more.
Yue Zheng curled his lips: "... Mu'er, I regret it now."
"You..." She knew that Yue Zheng's words could not be believed.
Before Qiao Muer could say anything, Yue Zheng had already lowered his head and kissed her lips.
His kiss was strong and passionate. He had wanted to do this since Mu'er nodded to make peace with him.
Yue Zheng has been waiting these past two days, and has been telling himself not to be impatient.
But the woman he had been thinking about for a long time was now lying under him, and any normal man would find it difficult to refuse such kindness.
The room was cozy with the heating on. Qiao Muer and Yue Zheng took off their clothes one by one, and soon... ambiguous panting sounds were heard in the warm bedroom.
…
At the end of a night of passionate love, the extremely tired Qiao Muer turned her back to Yue Zheng and was held in his arms, falling into a deep sleep on the big bed.
Yue Zheng placed his arm under Qiao Muer's head, and his other big hand went from behind to the front and touched her lower abdomen, holding her tightly in his arms.
Yue Zheng hugged Qiao Muer tightly, unwilling to let go even in his sleep.
I don’t know how much time had passed, but when Yue Zheng’s breathing became gradually even and it was obvious that he had fallen asleep.
Qiao Muer, who was clearly asleep in his arms, slowly opened her eyes.
On a quiet night, silver moonlight can be seen shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse apartment.
Qiao Muer slowly turned around and looked up at the man who was hugging her tightly.
Under the moonlight, Yue Zheng, with his eyes closed, has thick eyelashes and deep facial features.
He was still the same cold and charming man in Qiao Muer's memory. Even if he closed his eyes and didn't look at her with those deep and cold blue eyes, it could make people's heart beat faster.
However... the Qiao Muer who was ignorant and obsessed with him in the past has long been dead.
Qiao Muer nestled in Yue Zheng's arms, looked up at him, and she didn't know how long she had been looking at him. Her eyes gradually became red, and her soft eyes gradually became blurred.
*
The next day, after getting up, Qiao Muer tossed and turned in her room for a long time before coming out.
When she changed into her suit and appeared in front of Yue Zheng, the man who had just brought breakfast to the table frowned slightly.
"Are you cold wearing so many clothes?" Yue Zheng stood up and subconsciously walked to Qiao Muer.
He reached out to Qiao Muer's forehead, tested the temperature with the back of his hand and found nothing unusual, and his expression eased a little.
At this moment, Qiao Muer was wearing a light-colored high-necked sweater inside, a white suit outside, a dark silk scarf around her neck, and a black coat outside.
Although it is December now, there are heaters and air conditioners everywhere in the room, so there is really no need to wear so much. (To be continued)