Mo Xier grew up in Sicily. She values marriage, but her views are relatively open compared to many domestic girls.
In her opinion, divorce is normal after marriage.
Marriage is when two suitable people come together, but she and he are not suitable.
Qing Muchen is not her type, and she doesn't like all domineering people.
Qing Muchen's eyes were very knowing, and his dark eyes were like an endless pool of deep water, dark, deep, and seemingly endlessly cold.
Mo Xi'er just glanced at him from the corner of her eye. She retracted her gaze, turned her head, and her fingertips landed on a blooming evening mist flower next to her.
The color of the evening mist flower is a very beautiful and rare purple, mysterious, hazy and warm.
Mo Xier's beautiful fingertips gently caressed one of the petals, then she picked off a bunch and carried it to the room.
Completely ignoring Qing Muchen's presence, she found a vase and put the flowers in it. She carefully trimmed it and turned to go to bed.
Qing Muchen stood in the room with his back to her, not knowing what he was thinking. After her words, he remained silent.
Mo Xi'er fell asleep facing him, but after closing her eyes, she felt no sleepiness.
She was paying attention to his actions, and Mo Xier was afraid that he would go to bed and wake her up after she fell asleep.
Although this visit to Sicily was nominally to visit her parents, her family arranged for her and him to stay in a villa alone. The few days the two of them spent here were actually no different from their honeymoon.
Mo Xi'er didn't believe that Qing Muchen was such a well-behaved man. She hadn't noticed it in the many days since they had known each other.
In Mo Xier's view, Qing Muchen is just like any normal man, he will not miss out on his own benefits!
He will not eat the meat right next to his mouth!
She had not known Qing Muchen for a long time, but she knew him very well.
In fact, Qing Muchen is really such a person!
If the two of them spend more time together, she will understand this more clearly.
Qing Muchen stood in front of the balcony door with his back to her, his back straight, but there was still no movement at all.
Mo Xi'er observed him for a long time, but still didn't see him go to bed, so he fell asleep first.
It was indeed getting late at this time, she was very sleepy and was still sleeping deeply.
Mo Xi'er had a lot of dreams tonight, and in the dreams, Mo Ye appeared inexplicably.
When she and Mo Ye were young.
Mo Ye is the adopted child of Father Mo. Although all he does is help him manage things within the organization, in the eyes of everyone, there is no difference between Mo Ye and Father Mo's adopted son.
Mo Xi'er grew up with Mo Ye during her childhood. Mo Xi'er was always by her side almost everywhere she went.
Mo Ye is like Mo Xier's personal bodyguard, but to Mo Xier, he is a family member, a relative who occupies every stage of her life.
In the dream, she dreamed about how she lost her way in a wilderness in Sicily when she was a child.
The first person the family found at that time was Mo Ye.
At that time, he, who was only four years older than her, carried her all the way down the mountain in the dark night. The two of them walked from dark to dawn. They fell together countless times along the way, falling down the hillside. After falling into a ditch, wading through a stream, and returning to Mo's house, Mo Xi'er could clearly see that the clothes on Mo Ye's body were stained red with blood.
At that time, Mo Ye was only nine years old.