She had never thought that Qing Muchen was easy to talk to, but now that he was suddenly like this, she was not used to it.
Even with his back to her, Qing Muchen felt her gaze. His handsome face turned slightly, he raised his eyes and looked at her. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Honey, do you regret going?"
The teasing words brought Mo Xi'er back to her senses, her expression slightly embarrassed.
"No, I just want to help you organize your things!" After calming down, she walked up to him in a few steps, pushed him away, took over the work in his hands, and she helped him organize his clothes.
She did these things very neatly. She seemed to know his style very well. She knew which clothes went with which tie and which pants. She could organize his suitcase in just a few clicks. fully.
"You should be leaving very early, right? You have to drive tomorrow, so rest early!" Without giving Qing Muchen a chance to reply, she turned and went to the bathroom.
She had lived in the Qing family for a long time and knew his schedule and the time he went out very clearly.
Qing Muchen will indeed leave very early tomorrow, and it's not too early at this time. Mo Xi'er knows that she is safe tonight.
When he walked out in conservative pajamas, Qing Muchen was still awake.
Mo Xier didn't hesitate. Under his gaze, she walked to the bed step by step with her back to him, lifted the sheets and got into bed with them.
Qing Muchen's eyes followed her figure, staring at her back for a while, and then seemed to go to the bathroom to take a shower.
The sound of water continued for a few minutes, and the bathroom door was opened again, and Mo Xier felt that he was slowly approaching her.
She even felt the light and pleasant smell of freshness on his body.
One end of the bed was sunken, and Qing Muchen seemed to be coming up.
Mo Xi'er's heart skipped a beat.
Tonight is different from last night. She didn't drink tonight, and he didn't drink either. They were both awake.
Even though she knew he wouldn't do anything to her, her body couldn't help but stiffen.
Qing Muchen's body seemed to be pressed up from behind, and his arms were wrapped around her body from behind. His breath was like a ball of flame, and it was terrifyingly hot.
Every cell in Mo Xi'er's body was in a state of tension, and his face was so hot that it felt like it was about to burn.
Qing Muchen didn't seem to be wearing any clothes. She could clearly feel that the skin against her back was naked.
You can even feel a distinct bulge somewhere.
Mo Xi'er's face flushed, so red that it could boil an egg.
Does he have nudity/exhibitionism
"Sleeping?" His arms hugged her, and his voice came from behind, as magnetic and intoxicating as strong wine.
Mo Xier closed her eyes and said nothing.
Qing Muchen didn't ask any questions, leaned forward, and his lips gently fell on her body.
Her answer was actually not that important to him.
His lips were warm, like a moist rain, falling on the back of Mo Xi'er's head, neck, white back, and every inch of her smooth skin.
Mo Xier's body tensed up even more.
Qing Muchen was still kissing her.
His kisses were very focused, kissing every part of her back one by one. The intensity of the kisses was a bit heavy, leaving deep and light red marks on every place he passed.
Every nerve in Mo Xi'er's body was in a state of tension. When she was in a daze by his kiss, she suddenly thought of a question.
Isn't he picky about women