Qiao Mohan's restlessness was calmed down in this instant.
The evil and deep Danfeng eyes were slightly raised, and he looked at the two figures, one big and one small, who were sleeping soundly beside the bed.
There was an unprecedented peace in my heart.
Su Qing—
This woman who had never noticed before last night.
Even after last night, it was only regarded as a 'good medicine' by him.
But now, Qiao Mohan's eyebrows that slanted into his temples frowned...
Perhaps, she is not just a woman who can make herself happy in bed.
…
Su Qing's body was almost sunk into the soft bed surface.
Su Qing felt very warm and comfortable, as if surrounded by many clouds.
From head to toe, every vellus hair seemed to be immersed in the warm sunlight, and in a state of incomparable stretching, her whole body was warm, which even made her want to sigh.
The palm of the right hand seems to be grasping something, the soft touch is like cotton candy, bouncing QQ.
In her sleep, Su Qing squeezed it subconsciously, and then found that the cotton candy seemed to have become fleshy and exuded warmth.
How can there be temperature
She opened her eyes suddenly, sat up from the bed, and woke up with a start.
call…
It was only then that Su Qing realized that she, who was supposed to be sitting on the chair beside the bed, unexpectedly went to bed for some reason.
She and Qiao Muer, who was sleeping soundly, were lying side by side on the big bed, both wrapped in the quilt, but even so, her right hand was still held by Qiao Muer's little hand.
Two people holding hands, as if inseparable.
How can I be in bed
Su Qing was secretly surprised, and carefully took her hand out of Qiao Muer's limp little palm.
Because of this action, Qiao Muer's little nose wrinkled in sleep, her little mouth pouted, and then she turned over to face Su Qing, hugging a ball of cotton-like quilt.
Like hugging some big doll, he buried his little face deeply.
Su Qing's eyes full of warmth paused for a moment, she knew that children who lack a sense of security like to sleep with things in their arms.
Just like herself.
When she was a child, she didn't have such a habit. Later, her mother passed away and her stepmother came to the door. Like Qiao Muer, she habitually liked to sleep with a quilt or pillow in her arms.
Compassion gathers little by little in his eyes. It seems that even though this child is loved by thousands of people in Qiao's family, he is still lonely in his heart.
Maybe it was because of Qiao Mohan's messy feelings
Or because she was a child with only a father and no mother since she was a child...
Su Qing couldn't help but gently stroked Qiao Muer's peaceful sleeping face with her hands.
When her satin-like black long hair was pushed away, Su Qing was surprised to see a small towel stuffed inside the clothes on Qiao Muer's back.
Did she put a towel on Qiao Muer's back before she went to bed
Su Qing doesn't remember, it seems that she didn't—
She reached in and touched the towel, and the towel was a little wet. She was afraid that the child would catch a cold, so she quickly took it out.
He touched the clothes on Qiao Muer's back again, and after making sure they were all dry, he covered her with a quilt with peace of mind.
Su Qing took the towel, got out of bed, and walked outside.
Just now she suspected that she was extremely sleepy and climbed into bed.
Now, she was sure, it must be the foreign man who came.
When she found that Qiao Muer was sweating on her back while she was asleep, she put a towel on her.
And put her on the bed by the way.
Thinking of this, Su Qing opened the bedroom door—
This is a senior suite in a hotel. The bedroom is connected to the study and living room.
Su Qing closed the door casually, and was about to go to the living room, but the moment she closed the door, she saw a familiar figure.