His gaze was straightforward, ****, and without a trace of concealment.
When it fell on her, the cold eyes seemed to suddenly light up a small cluster of flames, and the temperature of the eyes suddenly became much hotter.
Xixi was still sleeping, her arms wrapped tightly around herself.
In the kitchen, a night breeze suddenly blew in from the garden through the window.
Probably because of the cold, her hands fumbled with her skirt again.
It seemed that he wanted to pull up the hem of the skirt, but he tried to pull it up several times and couldn't find it.
Qing Muchen's eyes moved along her hands, and his dark eyes were fixed on the exposed part of her legs. His eyes were very dark.
Probably because she grew up in a good family, Xixi's skin is very white, as delicate as rose petals moistened by rain. It is crystal clear and even glows slightly under the light. It is so bright that it irritates Muchen's eyes. .
Her skin was so fair and flawless that through his angle, he could even see her thin blood vessels.
Qing Muchen walked closer to her, stood next to her, and looked down at her on the ground, his eyes roaming freely on the dazzling white patch of her legs, with no intention of moving away.
Pu Chi, Pu Chi.
The rice porridge on the cooking table is still boiling.
Probably the air pressure in the pot was too high, and suddenly there was a "bang" sound in the room, followed by a "clang" sound, as if something fell to the ground.
It was also accompanied by the sound of dripping gunpowder falling to the ground.
The room was already quiet, but the sudden sound woke Xixi up almost instantly.
When he turned his eyes behind him, the rice porridge in the pot was still fluttering.
The originally clean black cooking table had been wetted by porridge at some point, and white pieces formed a circle around the pot, dripping and falling to the ground.
The kitchen was a mess.
"Are you lazy during working hours?" A man's voice sounded cold and deep above her head. He stamped her directly without any explanation.
The overly familiar voice made Xixi's back stiffen. She slowly raised her face and looked into the other person's eyes.
The man standing next to him has the most beautiful face in the world, with deep black eyes, resolute features, and even the thickness of his lips is impeccable.
This should have been an extremely pleasing face. However, it had been a nightmare for her since she came here from Xixi.
She only came to Qing's house for fourteen days in total, and it became clear that Qing Muchen was not at home much at all.
However, every time she took a break at work, he would bump into her almost every time!
Although Qing Muchen never said anything to her explicitly, every time he came back, her workload became heavier and heavier every time. She knew that she must be inseparable from him!
Although the housekeeper was in charge of the servants, he had no enmity with her, so how could he let her work overloaded by herself
"I will make up for the time I just missed from work!" She glanced at him coldly, and without making any defense for herself, she turned around and lay on the ground and wiped the porridge on the white floor.
Her movements are much more skillful than when she first arrived.
Lying on the ground busy, he already looked like a qualified servant.
Her legs are long and slender, and a standard-length skirt worn on her body will be relatively shorter than that of an average woman.
She probably forgot that Qing Muchen was still beside her. When she was lying on the ground busy, she raised her tummy