Mo Xi'er pressed against him, her beautiful chin raised slightly, as proud as a queen.
Pride was written on every part of her face. Although she suffered more from doing these things with Qing Muchen, one day in the future, if she recalled the night between the two of them, he was the one below, Mo Xi'er felt that tonight was worth it.
Qing Muchen's face was cold, and the temperature in the room seemed to be suddenly enveloped in arctic glaciers, which dropped a lot in an instant.
Mo Xier couldn't see the look in his eyes, but she could feel it from the sudden drop in room temperature.
His gaze was very sharp, as sharp as a sharp wind, blowing every inch of Mo Xi'er's skin one by one. Every place on Mo Xi'er's body that he swept over made her skin feel hot and painful.
Qing Muchen was still looking at her, his eyes so cold that he seemed to want to tear her into pieces.
Mo Xi'er has been brave since she was a child, and she is not afraid of him. Her fingers, as fair and slender as jade, opened his clothes. Her soft little hands slowly moved down along his strong texture, and gently touched his narrow waist. After gently circling, her hand suddenly changed direction and moved to the waistband of his trousers.
Qing Muchen was wearing a bathrobe with a pair of thin trousers with a very loose waistband.
Mo Xier's fingertips circled the waistband of his trousers several times, and her small hands suddenly grabbed the fabric of his trousers, as if trying to pull his trousers off.
He stretched out his hand, but before he could move, his wrist was suddenly grabbed by a hand.
Mo Xi'er was stunned. He raised his face and looked at Qing Muchen in surprise.
Qing Muchen's gaze on her face was still cold, like a frozen lake in winter, so cold that her hairs stood up unconsciously.
He was very forceful, almost rough.
"You asked me to come." Mo Xier defended his behavior.
"I never said I'd let you come all the time!" Qing Muchen snorted coldly, grabbed her wrist roughly with his big hands, pulled her into his arms, turned her over, and she was still sitting high on him before Mo Xi'er was pulled out of bed by him. Before he could recover, his body was already suppressed by him.
Qing Muchen's words did not contradict hers.
He had said to let her do it, but letting her do it didn't mean that she would always be in control.
Men have always had a deep obsession with manipulation and manipulation.
This is not caused by male chauvinism, but is directly related to the dignity of men!
And tonight, Mo Xier, unfortunately, happened to step on his always arrogant self-esteem!
When Mo Xi'er met Qing Muchen, she never won in terms of strength.
Qing Muchen's strength was very strong, and he restrained her with both hands, suppressing her in the wide chest. Mo Xi'er was lying flat in a figure eight shape, and his slightly opened legs were squeezed in by his body. The posture of the two people made her particularly embarrassed.
I want to struggle, but I can't.
Qing Muchen restrained her very tightly, pressing her tightly with his body, putting all his weight on her, and restraining her with his wrists. There was almost no part of her body and limbs that the two of them were not in contact with.
After knowing him for such a long time, the two seemed to have never been so close.
Densely, she clung to him, and he clung to her. His breath and her pervasive entanglement made it impossible to distinguish each other.