In Mo Xier's view, no matter what he wants to do, his style is to go straight to the topic simply and crudely!
Mo Xi'er didn't like the feeling of being guided by him in everything. They were both married, and there were many things they couldn't avoid, so she didn't plan to hide them anymore.
She took a deep breath, and she, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up, "Qing Muchen, hurry up, it's just a layer of film. If it's gone, it's gone. I don't care!"
She said it very straightforwardly, as if she didn't care at all about this kind of thing.
The level of unrestrainedness made Qing Muchen almost wonder if this was her first time!
Qing Muchen's face stiffened lazily, and his expression darkened unconsciously.
In fact, men are all the same at heart, they like traditional and conservative women.
At least, this is the case for his wife's requirements.
Although Qing Muchen grew up abroad, in this regard, his thinking is no different from that of ordinary men.
Mo Xier's words stimulated the nerves in Qing Muchen's chest.
What made him even more angry was what Mo Xier said next.
"Qing Muchen, if you want to do it, do it. If you don't do it, let me do it!"
Mo Xier is actually a traditional person at heart, but she feels that it is better to accept things that she cannot avoid.
After getting married, things like men and women having sex are no longer normal.
What's more, men and women have normal needs. When doing these things with Qing Muchen, his appearance will at least not make her feel disadvantaged.
Qing Muchen's face darkened for a few seconds, and a freezing coldness suddenly reflected in his eyes, as if he wanted to crush her to death with one hand.
Mo Xi'er glanced at him cautiously, then stretched her hand quietly to the side, reflexively wanting to pull the sheet next to her to cover her body. The man above her head suddenly lay down next to her, and lay flat on her back. **, with his slender limbs hanging down in a natural state, Qing Muchen suddenly said coolly, "Don't I want you to do it?"
The tone was very cold, without any warmth of a man on bed matters. The tone was as cold as the wind carrying a sharp sword, which made Mo Xier's whole body feel cold.
"Then come!" He glanced at her and suddenly raised the corners of his lips in a sinister way.
Mo Xi'er seemed to be surrounded by icebergs on all sides, and every cell in his body was cold.
She shuddered unexpectedly and lay in her position without making any movement.
"I'm still waiting for you!" The man next to him raised a cold curve on his lips, and his smile was as cold as a manjushahua blooming in the dark night, so dangerous that it made people fall.
Mo Xier had already spoken out her words before and had no choice.
The troubles you create can only be ended by yourself.
After taking several deep breaths, she slowly climbed up towards him.
Sitting astride him as before, she lightly flipped her long hair.
Her movements were very casual, and the silver moonlight fell quietly on her body from behind, reflecting her fair skin, black hair, and red lips. At this moment, Mo Xi'er made Qing Muchen's breath stagnant.
How beautiful Mo Xi'er is, in fact, Qing Muchen never paid attention to this issue in the past.
There are countless people in his world, and to him, Mo Xier is, at most, pleasing to the eye.
This was the first time he looked at her so seriously, through the hazy moonlight.
The light in the room was not bright, so he could not see her entire face, but could only vaguely see the outline of her facial features.