Mo Xier slowly walked towards him, glanced at him briefly, turned around and walked to the makeup mirror to blow her hair.
Qing Muchen's eyes moved along her figure. After his eyes were twisted on her body, he seemed to be stuck by glue and never moved away.
Mo Xier's back was facing him, her back straight and her face always calm.
However, as her hair was being wiped, she would look in his direction unconsciously from the corner of her eyes, staring at him calmly.
Qing Muchen's eyes were as hot as sparks about to burn. The soft light fell on his eyes, casting a little light on his dark pupils, as bright as a burning flame. .
The temperature of the room seemed to have heated up a lot under his look.
The temperature in this season was not high. Mo Xier was wearing a long-sleeved bathrobe, but when she walked out, she was still a little chilly.
However, when he looked at her like this, she seemed to be standing next to a flame, and the skin on her back that Qing Muchen was staring at seemed to be lit by fire and suddenly became hot.
The hand holding the towel trembled, she pulled her bathrobe, stood up and turned to the balcony.
As if he was not there, she calmly dried her hair one by one. She stood on the balcony for a while without turning around and entering the house.
Qing Muchen's eyes seemed to still be on her, and even if she wasn't looking in his direction, Mo Xi'er could still feel it.
Ignoring it, she turned her eyes to a large pansy next to her, stroking the petals again and again with her slender and beautiful fingertips.
"Do you know the flower language of large pansies?" She squinted at him from the corner of her eyes and chatted with him.
Qing Muchen has never been someone who pays attention to flowers, and he doesn't understand such literary romance.
In fact, he is not a romantic person at all, at least he has never done anything romantic to anyone before.
"What?"
Mo Xi'er picked up a flower stem and pulled her red lips upward slightly, "I guess you don't know either!"
With her slender fingertips, she cut off the blooming flowers in the basin, placed them in her palms, and looked at them quietly. Her fingers suddenly retracted.
Turning her head sideways and squinting at him, she whispered two words, "Restraint!"
Qing Muchen was slightly startled.
Mo Xi'er's eyes darkened as she looked at the flowers. She loosened her delicate white fingers, spread her palms, and looked at the blooming flowers. She said something else as if talking to herself, "That's it." Flowers should be left to grow freely in nature. Why should they be restricted to such a small space on the balcony? They interfere with people's original life patterns, force changes, force intervention, and even use various walls to restrain them, going against the laws of nature. , may not be able to bear fruit.”
Raising her hand, the petals in her hand were scattered in the night sky. Looking at the rain of petals rising in the sky, her eyes stagnated. She turned her head and turned her face to Qing Muchen. There was a hint of mockery at the corner of her lips, and she appeared again. One sentence, "It's like marriage! You think so?"
Qing Muchen originally listened to the first half of her words quite seriously.
The second half is getting more and more outrageous!
Is she mocking him for disrupting her original life, forcibly changing her world, or even forcibly intervening
Mo Xi'er looked at him intently, the corners of her lips slightly raised in mockery, which was very dazzling in Qing Muchen's eyes.
What she actually wants to emphasize is that even if the two get married, there may not be any results!