On the way to the northern Xinjiang march, Ye Qiqi teased him in various ways, and he had already endured it for a long time.
So at this moment, when he felt her thin and tender body trembling slightly in his palm, a strange feeling arose in his heart.
That feeling drove him to want more, just a little more...
"Master... you..." Ye Qiqi's voice was full of panic.
This was the first time she saw Mo Hanqing like this.
Even though he had a gloomy face in the past, freezing all the air around him, and even when he ordered his men to beat her, she had never been so panicked.
Mo Hanqing's warm palm covering her chest paused slightly when he heard her voice, and then moved down slowly along her slender waist.
When his slender fingertips had hooked the belt in her inner garment, he could pull it off with just a slight tug.
Ye Qiqi's panicked and trembling voice reached his ears: "Master... you... what are you going to do..."
Mo Hanqing's movements paused instantly.
He raised his head and looked at her face with a pair of cold eyes.
Panic was written all over her fair and pink face, and her black and white eyes were looking at him with horror.
Frightened
In Mo Hanqing's memory, Ye Qiqi had always been fearless. Even when facing robbers, bandits, and killers, she had never been frightened.
But right now…
Did he make her feel frightened
Mo Hanqing frowned slightly and looked down at Ye Qiqi, who was in disheveled clothes. Her fair skin was lightly flushed under the moonlight outside the window, and her lustrous chest was covered with purple hickeys.
And these were all brought to her by him.
No matter how angry I was at her ignorance, it wouldn't be like this...
Mo Hanqing was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand, pulled the quilt on the bed, covered her, then turned over without saying a word and walked out of the room silently.
Ye Qiqi felt that the pressure on her body suddenly disappeared, and the tight breath in her heart finally relaxed.
She grasped her robes tightly with her little hands, rearranged them, then stood up with her arms and glanced towards the door.
The door was open, and there was a dark night outside, and Mo Hanqing's figure had already disappeared into the darkness.
So... he just kissed her without saying a word and left without saying a word?
Ye Qiqi felt that her heart was in chaos, and her heart was still beating crazily. The moonlight outside the window cast a halo on the floor of the room. She was suddenly the only one left in the huge room. She was inexplicably shocked. Feeling a little flustered.
I wonder where Mo Hanqing went and whether he will come back to the room tonight...
Ye Qiqi turned over and hugged the quilt. The warmth of his fingertips was still on her skin. The strange feeling in her body made her unable to sleep.
Tossing and turning like this, Ye Qiqi rolled on the bed for about an hour before falling asleep in a daze.
In his sleep, Mo Hanqing's cold cheeks, cold eyes, and silent but passionate kisses appeared alternately. It was not until the birds outside the window began to chirp happily in the morning that Ye Qiqi opened her eyes hazily.
This time I slept with an indescribable feeling of exhaustion.