It was a very clear sound. The room was originally quiet, but the slight gasping sound seemed to be amplified countless times. It sounded clearly in the ears of the two of them. It could be heard that Mo Xier seemed to be really in pain.
However, the strength of the hand holding the wrist did not weaken.
"Qing Muchen, let me go!" Mo Xier tried to take his hand out, but failed, and then switched to the other hand.
She took action very quickly, raising her hand to greet him in the face. However, she was intercepted by him again in mid-air.
Qing Muchen's hands were very strong, and he pulled her arms away arbitrarily, pulling her arms behind her back, and he viciously pressed all his weight on her.
"Who did you just call?" His voice was gloomy and as rough as if he were treating a female slave.
"It's none of your business!" Mo Xi'er struggled under him and tried to twist a few times, but when she failed to move away, she suddenly became quiet again.
"Qing Muchen, let me go!" To Qing Muchen's surprise, her expression turned calm in just a few seconds.
She raised her face slightly, her tone without any wavering, "We are married, I am your wife, and you have the right to do anything related to husband and wife to me. However, you don't need to imprison me like now, nor It’s not necessary.”
Her tone didn't change much from beginning to end, as if she understood this kind of thing very thoroughly.
Qing Muchen's hand restraining her unconsciously relaxed, and the corners of his lips raised mockingly, "Are you still a little self-conscious?"
Mo Xier took the opportunity to take her hand out of his and pushed him to the side. With her delicate white hands, she pushed away a strand of her messy long hair and glanced sideways at him, "I always knew it!"
"Really?" Qing Muchen seemed a little surprised by her answer. He raised his eyebrows. He lay down beside her, put his strong arms around her waist, and suddenly picked her up and placed her on his back. On him.
Mo Xier's body froze slightly, and her expression remained dull for a few seconds, but the room was too dark and Qing Muchen didn't notice.
"What have you realized?" He held her waist with both hands, raised his eyes, and his eyes met hers, his tone was a bit long, as if there was a hint of teasing.
He was hinting at her, about himself and what she could do.
Judging from his lazy expression, he seemed to be expecting her to behave.
Mo Xier sat stiffly on him, her body as stiff as a piece of wood.
"Do it for me!" Qing Muchen ordered coldly as his eyes swept over her face inch by inch.
Mo Xier grabbed the head of the bed with both hands, her delicate white fingers tightening one by one, as if she was a little annoyed by his words, but also seemed to be struggling.
Qing Muchen couldn't see her little movements, but he could feel the slight ripples of the sheets under her body.
Mo Xier's hand holding the sheets tightened and then loosened, tightened again, and loosened again, seemingly repeated many times.
The room was very quiet, Qing Muchen didn't rush her, he just waited quietly for her next move.
In fact, he has never been a patient person, but he was surprisingly patient at this time.
The atmosphere between the two people continued like this.
I don't know how long it took, but Qing Muchen spoke first, "If you haven't figured out how to behave, shall we continue to return to the topic just now?"
He was referring to Mo Ye, his wife, the woman who lay beside him every day, but the man in his dream was someone else. This was something that any man would mind.