However, as soon as he covered her with the quilt, Ye Qiqi began to twist restlessly inside the quilt, "Master, I don't feel well."
"What's wrong??" Mo Hanqing raised his eyebrows at her and asked in a low voice.
"My clothes seem a little messy..." Ye Qiqi frowned and whispered to him.
The clothes on her body were almost stripped off by herself when she was on the carriage. When she got off the carriage, she put them back on almost under Mo Hanqing's semi-force.
The clothes you put on in a hurry are naturally a little uncomfortable.
Mo Hanqing let out a long sigh, then reached out to lift off the quilt covering her body, and then slowly and patiently arranged her clothes.
Just as he was sorting it out, a white and slender little hand suddenly climbed up to his waist.
Mo Hanqing was slightly startled, then lowered his head and looked at Ye Qiqi, who was lying on the bed.
"What are you doing??" Mo Hanqing raised his eyebrows at her and asked in a low voice.
"Young Master..." Ye Qiqi shouted lowly, then suddenly turned over and threw herself into his arms, pressing him down again.
Mo Hanqing was pushed backwards by her and fell heavily on the bed.
And Ye Qiqi's restless little hands were placed on his chest, touching everywhere.
"Qiqi??" Mo Hanqing's eyes dimmed instantly. He looked at Ye Qiqi in front of him and called her name in a low and gentle voice.
"Master..." Ye Qiqi smiled brightly at him. The next second, she leaned down and kissed his fair and slender neck with her red lips.
Mo Hanqing froze. The tips of her soft hair scratched the skin of his neck, bringing a slight itching feeling. The tip of her soft and warm tongue pressed against his neck, going round and round. Spin around.
"Ye... Qiqi..."
His voice suddenly became hoarse, and he called her in a low voice, holding her slender wrists tightly with his long, slender hands.
"Huh??" Ye Qiqi raised her head and looked at him innocently.
"Get off me." His deep eyes stared closely at her beautiful face, and relying on the only trace of reason left in his mind, he said to her: "Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I will I won’t do anything excessive to you.”
"What's too much?" Ye Qiqi tilted her head and looked straight at him with her eyes blinking.
"..." Mo Hanqing pursed her lips and said nothing for a moment.
"Is it something too extreme???" Ye Qiqi asked while twisting her body.
“…”
Mo Hanqing only felt waves of heat surge up in his abdomen where her soft buttocks sat.
"Don't move." His big hand holding her wrist couldn't help but exert a little force, trying to control her twisting body.
"Why?? Hiss - please be gentle..." Ye Qiqi took a breath of air. Her wrist was so painful from his pinch that she no longer dared to move any more.
"There are some things..." Mo Hanqing was silent for a moment, and then spoke with difficulty: "I would rather stay at our wedding."
"Why??" Ye Qiqi blinked and asked, "Is there any difference?"